Vlad the Impaler. Vlad III Dracula. The Vampire Progenitor. The Oldest Vampire Ancestor… His titles were plenty.
But the real deal… Excluding all the names and status that lesser beings had bestowed upon him…
The real him.
That Vlad was unimaginably more terrifying than the stories depicted him to be.
And at the very same moment a familiar bloodline inheritor entered Nightingale, Dracula's eon-old eyes shot open.
"...."
The monster as old as Earth—one not synonymous with the Dracula of fairytales—sat in deep contemplation, seemingly thinking about things beyond mortal understanding.
For the longest while, his cold blood-red eyes stared off into distances unknown.
Unblinkingly, his pale purple lips began to move, and an antiquated string of words followed:
"The END nears; the Abyss follows… The Abyss lags… Yet the Descender approaches…"
