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The city was shrouded in darkness and silence, with occasional faint sounds echoing through the air.
The scent of blood permeated the city walls, carried by the howling north wind into the city. Fortunately, most people were already asleep, though some were disturbed by nightmares.
Hundreds of corpses had already piled up on the walls, with several individuals drained completely, reduced to withered skin and bones—a clear work of the vampire players.
Pooled blood slowly trickled down from the battlements, leaving large stains on the walls.
Swashbuckler wiped his hands with a silk scarf, striking a pose as he said, "What a hassle, why did they have to provoke us?"
Wolf of the Dark Night whispered, "Isn't it because you caused the commotion, boss..."
"Ouch!"
Another headshot rang out.
