"…Say it," Damian commanded.
"You…" the strongest countess, Lillian Brenlith, slowly said, as though the words were heavy in her mouth.
"You are… one of the N-Night Kings… The…" Lillian Brenlith stuttered, gulping before finally speaking the words:
"The Great Progenitor of Vampires."
It was as if the heavens and the world of Nightingale were acknowledging the title of the Great Progenitor of Vampires, one of the Great Night Kings, a being whom even the God Kings would fear.
As soon as Lillian Brenlith, the strongest vampire, spoke the truth about the great existence standing before her, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
In the next instant, hundreds of lightning strikes painted the red sky, the moon loomed large, and a thunderous roar resounded across the world of Nightingale, as if welcoming the king with a celestial trumpet's song.
Not just the gods and goddesses of the lower plane, but even those from the higher plane could feel it.
