From the towering cliff, Rex and Mavenna gazed down upon the vast Supernatural assembly.
A sea of otherworldly beings sprawled across the landscape before them, a strong coalition of multiple Supernatural races united for the impending war, separated into three divisions that were very distinct from one another.
On the left was an army of crimson tide, pulsating with horrendous blood energy.
Each of their eyes was aflame with hunger, their flangs gleamed under the sun, dripping with the suffocating bearing of an animal—craving for blood. A palpable aura of lethality washed over them, a malevolent force ready to unleash chaos upon the world.
It was the army of Vampires, prepared by Elder Nolacula himself.
Despite the famous sun-vulnerability, these Vampires don't seem to be affected at all.
