In the depths of the void, a magnificent vampire warship warped silently away, heading toward the barely discernible floating continent in the distance.

In front of the cabin windows stood a thin man. He was tightly wrapped in a beautiful black robe, almost as though he was afraid of the chill. A dozen or so vampires of extraordinary bearing stood in his company. They wore, on their collars, insignias depicting a snake coiling around a golden rose. This was the emblem of the number one vampire clan, the Perth clan, and also the symbol of the Queen of the Night.

One among them was as stout as a steel tower. This vampire of extraordinary build took a step forward and said, “Holy Son, we’ll be arriving at the floating continent soon… but are we really going against the Evernight Council’s orders?”

The man at the window turned about slowly, revealing his deathly pale countenance and the sanguineous flames burning in the depths of his sunken eyes. Judging from his facial features and frame, he was very likely the vampire Holy Son, Edward. Compared to the past, however, he had become evidently emaciated and was...