"Immortality was never a gift. Only a price." The world doesn't know it, but between two realms, a kingdom stretches-bound by blood. Not built of palaces and banners, but of whispers, fear, and eyes trapped in eternity. They are the Nyxari bloodline, Children of the Night, not born of women, but embraced by death itself. They have but one king. Darethor Nyxar. Unseen for a hundred generations, yet known by all. A ruler who raises cities with a command-and brings down mortals and kin alike with a single glance. Vampires do not bury. They do not mourn. They remember-and wait. Because one day, a woman's name will be whispered among the bloodstained stones. And the king... will tremble.