In the middle of an expansive forest, a brutal scene unfolded.
The metallic stench of blood engulfed the area, so thick it was all those present could smell.
Hundreds of individuals lay sprawled across the forest floor, blood pooling beneath them as they bled from multiple wounds. Large headsets covered their ears, now drenched in crimson.
The forest was eerily quiet, an unsettling contrast to the loud suffering of the wounded.
All around the fallen soldiers, numerous figures stood motionless, their bloodthirsty gazes fixed on them. Their aura radiated an unmistakable coldness, the signature of the Vampyros.
The sound of grinding teeth suddenly pierced the silence, drawing every Vampyros's attention to its source.
One of the wounded soldiers was struggling to stand.
