The moment Ivan called out, the zombie of Lunaria stabbed her father's body with her sharp claws, a look of shock appearing in his eyes... as the screams and sounds of bloodshed filled the memory.
It became less clear, almost blurry.
Before the people watching realised... it felt like time rushed ahead...
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A dark, bloody mansion... filled with the stench of death and the mournful cries of the living.
After the assault of the Nosferatu, Hati and Silver clans, the amount of casualties caused that night exceeded two hundred on both sides.
Yet the biggest loss was the bodies inside this small... blood-soaked room.
"Alucard.... can't you save her, why don't you speak?!" Vladimir's body was covered in wounds, his face weathered, eyes dull.
