Alternate Space.
The Crimson See borderlands.
In the dusk-enveloped frontier town, a cluster of bats gathered swiftly, gradually condensing into a delicate human figure.
Lilith staggered as she leaned against a mottled wall, her face exceedingly pale, her petite body trembling incessantly.
This once mighty Totem-level Blood Progenitor now appeared utterly wretched!
"Damn it..."
After the Divine Realm ended last time.
Her strength plummeted to Monarch Tier Five.
This news, inexplicably got out to a group of Monarch Peak Vampire Princes.
Among Blood Progenitors, strength dictates respect.
Her diminished power was a blatant temptation to these vampires.
All they needed to do was kill her to become the next Blood Progenitor.
Under such temptation, all the Monarch Peak vampires banded together to attack her.
If not for her former Totem-level might, she would have perished in that battle.
Yet, despite all of this...
