The fathers of the two princes.
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Ever since the legendary ‘Cataclysmic War’ happened, the boundaries between the different beings increased in tension- the heavens created tighter security, the hell made their flames burn more, and the vampires secured themselves in a place where even tears freeze and no living beings exist aside from them who doesn’t need heat at all.
Freezing the scroll and crushing it with his bare hands the leader of the vampire glared at the shards with his fierce gaze. His ice-blue eyes reflect nothing but cold blankness, his auburn hair that contrasted the white and blue that surrounds him, and his attire of red and black that completely shouts dominance over his governed land.
That damn rascal is out there, creating troubles again. Waving his grey staff
