Juno said coldly, "With Mr. Lloyd Senior gone, our only option is to continue working as mercenaries."

Petra scratched his head, looking lost. "I don't know what to do without him guiding us. Before, we always did exactly what he told us. Now, I'm completely at a loss. Maybe staying here or finding a place without war to spend the rest of our lives is the best choice."

Franz, the second-in-command and oldest member, looked at Andrew and said, "I partially understand what you're saying. But I don't think it's realistic. The war in the Outlands isn't just a gang conflict; it's a battle involving major factions and entire military units. People are going to die.

"Dragonfang is exceptional in individual combat, and we'd hold our own even against the vampire royal guards. But we're too few in number. We can coordinate for smaller skirmishes, but challenging the current storm would be suicide."

Andrew smiled. "Mr. Hearst, you're absolutely right. That's why we can't confront the other fa