Strike While The Iron Is Hot

( Dracula's POV )

In the grand halls of his luxurious palace, Dracula sat upon his ornate throne with a delightful cup of fresh blood in his palms.

Surrounding him was an ambiance of opulence as the various leaders of his shoddy army took a seat in the grand chamber experiencing the same luxury that Dracula did which was a stark contrast to the war-torn realities outside that their underlings were suffering.

Within these walls, Dracula sat in leisure- plotting and contemplating his next move to cripple the modern vampires as he waited for the daily report before starting the day's meeting.

It was then that a werewolf general, his posture stiff with respect, approached with the latest report. "My lord," he began in a hushed tone, "the modern vampires are in turmoil. The loss of Vega Titus has left them exposed, their morale significantly dented."