The sky was red, the moon tainted with blood of those who were killed by magic and fangs. There were no stars as if they had also hidden away from the approaching bloodbath of the three races.
Humans and witches have travelled far and wide to the vampires' valley, mountains and fields away from civilized countries. The creatures were as scattered as humans and witches alike, but they also had a whole place to themselves, where their politics was so complex that war had also raged within themselves.
But humans had nothing to do with that.
They were there, armed and prepared, to charge them for the deaths of their people. They have spent days behind the hills, planning for their attack. And this very day, they were ready.
Fire was on their side. There was no turning back now.
The soldiers took their place, as they waited for the command. They waited… and waited… until-
"Fire!"
