Behind the fortress walls, massive trebuchets were deployed. But instead of launching boulders, they hurled silver bombs—deadly weapons forged solely for the annihilation of vampires.
BOOM!
The moment they exploded, the bombs didn't just cause massive destruction. They released countless silver particles into the air, creating a deadly storm of shimmering dust that blanketed the battlefield.
The lesser vampires writhed in agony. Their flesh bubbled and burned from the inside out. Those who inhaled the silver let out piercing screams, clawing at their throats as their eyes rolled back, their bodies disintegrating from within.
At the same time, the mages atop the walls raised their staffs, chanting in unison.
"Inferno Tempest!"
Massive fireballs ignited the sky, then rained down upon the vampires scaling the fortress walls, engulfing them in flames.
However…
That was merely the beginning.
The lesser vampires weren't the real threat.
The true monsters were still waiting.
There was no hope.
Just as humanity dared to believe they had a chance, the sky was torn apart.
A black blur shot through the rain of arrows.
A single vampire leaped from the ground—using the bodies of his own kind as a shield—his razor-sharp claws digging into the stone wall as he climbed at an inhuman speed.
He had slicked-back silver hair, wild, manic eyes filled with an insatiable thirst for bloodshed.
The archers on the walls instantly turned their bows toward him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows of pure silver rained down.
He dodged them all.
One step—he shifted left.
Two steps—he ducked low.
Three steps—he twisted mid-air, slipping past each arrow like a phantom.
Then, in the blink of an eye—
He was on the wall.
A mage standing nearby gasped, stumbling backward, trying to form a spell—
"GRRAACK!"
The vampire ripped out the mage's throat with his bare hands. Blood sprayed like a ruptured pipe. His silver-plated armor was useless. The monster was simply too fast.
The soldiers nearby panicked, gripping their swords in trembling hands. But before they could react—
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
With a single motion, three warriors were torn apart like paper dolls.
Blood splattered across the walls.
"JACK THE BUTCHER!!!"
The vampires below roared in ecstasy.
His name—Jack the Butcher—echoed across the battlefield like a living nightmare.
And just as his title suggested, he was an unstoppable beast of carnage.
The soldiers wavered. Some tried to flee. Others stood frozen in sheer terror.
The human frontline… was beginning to crumble.
There was no escape.
They knew—if the fortress fell today, there would be nowhere left to run.
They weren't fighting for themselves.
They were fighting for their families. For their loved ones. For the survival of humanity.
"KILL THEM!!!"
Blades of silver flashed.
Spears thrust forward.
Fireballs continued to rain down, incinerating the creatures of the night.
Lesser vampires howled as they were impaled, decapitated, and burned to ash.
But…
This was the apocalypse.
And the apocalypse showed no mercy.
No matter how hard they fought, the truth remained cruel.
The weak would perish. The strong would rule.
And now…
BOOM!!!
A deafening crash echoed as a massive shadow landed atop the fortress wall.
Jack the Butcher stood there, silver hair billowing in the wind, his eyes glowing with an insatiable bloodlust.
And this time, he wasn't alone.
Behind him, dozens of Commander-Class Vampires surged forward.
They weren't like the mindless beasts before.
Clad in black armor, their gazes were cold and calculating. They moved with terrifying speed and ruthless precision.
They were the elite warriors of the Vampire Empire.
They didn't roar.
They didn't scream.
They simply advanced.
And then—
They began the slaughter.
Human warriors were torn apart like fragile dolls.
Mages were impaled before they could even chant their spells.
Silver arrows struck them—but they didn't die. Some simply yanked the arrows from their hearts and continued fighting as if nothing had happened.
The fortress wall was collapsing.
But even in the face of despair, humanity did not surrender.
They fought.
Until their last breath.