First Light of a New Age

Chapter 154: War of Two Worlds

Second Civilization Zone, Southwestern Part of the Continent, Earth Region, Europe, Deutsches Reich, Germany, Rostock.

4th Year of God, Wednesday, 4th Week, 7th Month of David.

A True Vampire, Lord Gravius, stood on the cracked road of a desolate city. He is tall and an imposing figure framed by the eerie glow of the late afternoon sun. His crimson eyes scanned the empty streets with a mixture of curiosity and disdain while his cloak, soaked in blood, fluttered in the breeze.

By then, the natives had taken the hint and had either run or were in hiding as the busy downtown area they now stood in was empty. Shops and storefronts appeared devoid of life, their windows smashed in from the fighting. Several cars and trucks stood abandoned in the street where their owners had left them.

They left their noble houses and city from the Second Civilization Zone after they discovered new land that was not supposed to exist suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the first thing they found was a small town filled with inferior humans.

With its mix of angular, strong but base concrete blocks and spires and edifices, it certainly looked like any other City, but nothing like what they had been expecting.

The only meaningful resistance, if one could call it that at all, had come from various groups of what looked to be local law enforcement, hastily armed militia, and a few brave civilians, and were now laying broken in the streets as their resistance was crushed within the hour.

Their weapons were laughably inadequate and their resistance were hopeless and disorganized, but as easy as these groups had been put down.

"Weak," muttered Seradin, one of his companions, a younger vampire with blood still dripping from his claws. “These inferiors were barely a challenge. These aren’t soldiers but more frightened cattle in uniform.”

Perhaps one of the natives would happily oblige them. Gravius, flanked by Lucio and Selig, strode over to where two of the local "resistance" lay on the ground, their bodies cleaved in half.

Earlier on, Noel had carved through them with his magic dark sword meant to cut through even powerful 1st-Tier Transcendent Enchanted Armor had chewed clean through their cloth uniforms, letting their intestines spill out onto the ground.

The cut had been so clean in fact that you could almost put the two halves of both bodies together and they would look almost whole.

“I expected more from a city of this size,” said Lord Gravius smoothly yet coldly and knelt beside a fallen man in a dark blue uniform, a local officer, judging by the badge on his chest, and looked him over with an analytical gaze.

Gravius took a moment to study them. The first was a young man, no more than probably his mid-twenties, assuming these natives aged like the rest of these humans did.

The human's blue eyes staring blankly and lifelessly and fixed in whatever horror he felt in his last moments. Blond curls of hair were visible under a drab-green peaked cap, and the rest of his coat, jacket, and boots also somewhat resembled those human Austronesians he and his people were forbidden to touch due to political reasons with the Dominion of Sylvoria. His right hand still gripped the puny gun he had dared attempt to use against one of them.

The others watched as Gravius lifted his right foot, stomped on the dead human’s head, and crushed it beneath his boot with a wet cracking sound.

Bone crunched, blood and flesh squelched. When he lifted his foot again, there was fresh brain matter spread out upon the ground.

Gravius knelt down, almost touching his face to the pavement, and proceeded to place his fingers into the mess of blood and bone, and scooped a portion of the brain matter into his mouth.