The secret realm was like a place completely detached from the world. Qianye sat there quietly listening to Nighteye talk about the past.

“We were young back then, an age of pride and arrogance. The vampire race was having a hard time surviving, we had countless enemies including other dark races and outsiders who had appeared in our world. My memories from back then were all about battles…”

This was likely a fragment of memory from ages ago. There was hardly any record of outside invasion in the Empire’s records; there would be the occasional void colossus, at most. The Evernight side had also categorized such stories as ancient legends.

“Later on… there was nothing. I don’t remember how I fell. All my memories of the time are blank, as though they had been wiped away. I asked Reynold after my awakening, but he didn’t reply. Reportedly, my whereabouts were unknown when news of my death started to spread.”

“Who exactly are you?”

Nighteye sighed softly. “I am Nighteye, I never changed. Awakening...