5:35am.
The countdown has begun.
Barely any werewolves and vampires were left standing, both sides losing thousands of their best warriors from the night long battle. Blood Knights had all fallen, their bodies left at the mercy of the sun while the leaders of Mount Diros, dead or completely injured with no hope of returning to the fight.
Meanwhile, the entire mountain and it's surrounding land rumbled as the two strongest beings of their respective species attacked each other.
The Blood Lord was getting increasingly stressed, using all of his strength to push Vansel away only for the werewolf to continuously get up, dragging him away from reaching the Solar Leafs. "You...get off me!" The vampire king roared, unleashing beams of red fire from his mouth and hands towards Vansel, barely blasting the werewolf back.
