On the other side of the Crossroads was the Vampire's society's mansion. Or at least, that was what it looked like to outside observers. Just like the Monarchy's mansion, it was a veritable fortress hidden in plain sight.
Others might look and dismiss it as the dwelling of a rich family but it was crawling with guards and security had been increased with what had happened at the barricade.
Luckily, they'd been able to clean everything up and return it to what it was before the explosion.
But just because the damage had been cleaned up doesn't mean everything was okay. The population of the fortress was on edge.
This hadn't happened before.
The Vampire Society's caretaker, a tall man with a gaunt face that made him look like he was healthy and on the verge of death at the same time, paced behind his desk.
Darkness swirled around him like liquid shadows, mirroring his mood.
