An endless night.
A starless sky.
And the overwhelming sense of impending doom and ruin.
It was a stark difference from the kingdoms that I've been to before.
Asgard in its prime was grand and bright while Thermodon was a city of elegance in its choice of both design and architecture.
But all that I've ever felt ever since arriving in Draculon was hopelessness.
If, I, as a stranger felt this way in a foreign kingdom, then how much worse if it for the locals who knew its past glory.
Total darkness and the screams of battle and the death throes of the damned. That's all I hear.
I can't even see a thing.
Unlike Cato, Leandra, and the vampires I don't have eyes nor spells that could help me see in the dark.
But there is one thing that I can do that other people cannot.
As a lightni
