Under the blood moon's malevolent glow, Thorin Thorne stood with an icy determination, his wife, Esther, standing at his side with an ice-cold resolve.
Sabina smirked in anticipation of the bloodshed to come. The chilling wind swept through the silent ranks of their 20,000-strong Death Wardens, the elite vampires adept in death magic and other blood arts.
The Death Wardens were House Thorne's strongest troops, and every soul in the kingdom knew how terrifying they were. Each of them was at least at the Soul Reaper rank, and just their collective aura would send shivers down anyone's spine.
Even if they were only 20,000, it was said that their strength was comparable to the Crimson Army of House Drake.
Beside them were thousands of other soldiers, each from House Thorne's vassals.
