Trista, vampire beauty

Meanwhile, Trista, the red-haired and alluring elder vampire, had arrived at the hidden island on the far side of the Ozer continent. As she approached, the mist-shrouded island emerged from the depths of the vast ocean, revealing its mysterious and enigmatic presence.

The island stood as a solitary fortress, its rugged cliffs jutting out defiantly against the crashing waves. Thick vegetation covered the land, intertwining with ancient ruins that spoke of a forgotten era. The air hung heavy with an otherworldly atmosphere, as if the island held secrets that yearned to be unraveled.

Above the island, a couple of airships floated and hovered, their sails adorned with the golden insignia of the Guardian Guild—a bold 'G' that symbolized protection and order. Trista's lips curled into a mocking smirk as she observed the oblivious guardians aboard the airships, unaware of the fate that had befallen their once revered guild.