"I'm coming in, Dreamsound."

"..."

"Little Tangxue left."

"..."

"So... what do you plan to do next?"

"Keep going... finish what I left undone."

"Ah—Dreamsound, hasn’t she already arrived?"

"Some answers, I can only find by living through them. For what was done back then, I’ll make that hidden hand pay."

"For that, even wasting time is worth it."

"Sounds nice, but when little Shengsheng was here, you didn’t tell her either~"

"...Xuanxiao, you’ve been talking a lot lately."

"My bad, my bad! Sorry, Dreamsound, I’ll shut up. You go on..."

"Only beside her can I lay down my obsession for a while. When I raised that Divine Artifact, the memory etched in blood became eternal."

"But if I hadn’t picked up the trident, I’d probably have nothing left."

...

These past months, in the northwest of the continent, the Duskmoon Empire under the Blood Clan was shifting like a dark tide.

From the direct line of the Blood Elf royal house, the current Queen of the Blood, Vinoena Qianya, vanished like a flame snuffed in wind.

The nation shook, then stilled. Royal power was replaced, as cold as iron changing hands.

A new regime rose—a council of elders, loyal to the old days and the Vampire royal house, longing for a Vampire King.

Yet strangely, the very Vampire royal house they backed also disappeared, like footprints swallowed by snow.

No one knows where the Queen of the Blood went. Some say Her Majesty met misfortune, blood found in her chambers, dark as wine.

Others whisper the Vampire royalty eloped with the Queen. As for the blood... ahem.

Over a thousand years ago, the Blood Clan was a vast, mixed people, a race that needed blood to live, like rivers need rain.

Two main branches fed that river: the mutated moon-elves known as Blood Elves, and Vampires from a distant plane.

Centuries blurred them together. Lines dissolved like ink in water. Most human-shaped bloodkin are now of mixed Blood Elf and Vampire descent.

Two noble bloodlines don’t stack like crowns; they cancel like frost meeting flame. So the Blood Clan’s throne must pass to a pureblood of one line.

Vinoena Qianya prized feeling above all. For friends, she would give everything—though she had none.

For enemies, she was ruthless as winter, debt repaid, blade for blade.

Humiliation and hate etched in her blood would never fade. Even if the foe lay in a coffin, she’d scatter their ashes to the wind.