In the throne hall of the Clan's capital, the Vampire Progenitor, clad in his jet-black armor, rested as he gazed upon his last remaining True Bloods. The monstrous abominations couldn't be ignored.
Besides the True Bloods, no technologies or beings within the Clan could contend. So, there was only one path for them, and that was to fight.
"It must be handled."
"I will be relying on the two of you."
His words resounded throughout the throne hall, earning the bow of the two True Bloods who responded simultaneously. "We shall do so, master."
Hearing his last closest kin, the Vampire Progenitor nodded in satisfaction and gestured them to leave before his sight. The True Bloods didn't hesitate, walking away from the throne.
Outside the gothic castle was the gathering of forces led by the True Bloods. With the death of their leaders, they became part of a unified force under the command of the progenitor.
