Petyr's heart clenched, and he could not help but glance at Andrew.

Andrew's expression remained calm, showing no signs of anything unusual. However, Petyr knew deep down that Andrew was sending him a warning.

If he went to the vampire camp and did not cooperate properly, his family back in Abyss City would die horribly.

With that thought weighing on him, Petyr left Abyss City and disappeared into the Wastelands.

Andrew stood on the city wall, watching his departure. "Nyx, follow him. If he makes any other moves or doesn't stick to my plan, kill him."

Nyx nodded and silently tracked the vampire, vanishing without a trace.

…

Meanwhile, in the vampire camp, Gaston knelt respectfully on the ground. "Progenitor!"

In the Blood Sacred Hall, Jorge Monreale, one of the vampire progenitors who slept here for ages, sat on his skull throne. His crimson eyes studied Gaston as he let out a cold snort.

"Gaston, you have disappointed me greatly. The war has dragged on this long, and while t