Facing Cyril, Andrew remained calm. "Where are the Holtrien soldiers?"

Cyril sneered. "You're definitely from the Holtrien military. But since you're about to die, I might as well tell you something. Take a good look... Those ready to drink your blood are your own comrades."

Andrew's heart sank as he looked closer into the passageway. The red eyes now revealed a horrifying truth: these were Holtrien soldiers. They were still wearing their military uniforms, but now transformed into vampiric servants driven only by bloodlust.

A surge of rage exploded in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Andrew raised his massive sword, declaring, "The Ludendorff family will one day be destroyed in the wilderness."

Cyril laughed mockingly, "Big words! Be careful not to bite your tongue. I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Meanwhile, in the ship's lower deck, Nyx confronted her own formidable enemy.

A vampire duke stood before her. He was elegantly dressed in a suit, with a slender build and