A day later, the vampire army arrived.
As the last light of day slowly retreated from the horizon, the vampires emerged like a tide of shadows and blood.
One moment, the plains before the adventurers seemed empty. The next… they were there.
Hundreds of figures had appeared in the distance without warning. Pale faces glimmered beneath the fading light. Crimson eyes stared across the battlefield. Black robes and armor covered their bodies, blending together until they resembled a vast sea of darkness.
Their sudden appearance sent a wave of unease through the adventurers. Those who had been resting stood up and began putting on their armor. Others immediately moved toward their assigned positions.
Night was falling. And vampires hunted at night.
Many of the adventurers had expected the battle to begin immediately. They had spent days preparing themselves for this moment, yet now that the enemy stood before them, the reality of it felt different.
