The reinforcements arrived just in time. The werewolves, alongside King Valentin and his army, descended upon Asvaldur moments after every remaining vampire, with the exception of Emperor Kaan, had been consumed by the poisonous mist, imprisoned in an endless nightmare.
The empire was in utter ruin. Not a single functioning vampire remained. Even King Valentin's troops began to feel the effects of the poisonous mist—some falling to it entirely.
But the king was sharp. He didn't need a scholar's knowledge to recognize that something was wrong with the air. The moment his vampires began showing symptoms—headaches, vomiting—he acted. Without hesitation, he ordered his entire group to cover their mouths and noses.
"How did you know something was in the air?" Charna asked, walking side by side with the king.
