“Oh my, you look handsome. Why did you look down again? Hath the new generation of Vampires forgotten their First Queen?”

“What sick trick is this? Did the Agent finally give up playing nice guy?” Though trembling, his voice was still calm, visibly confused at the situation.

“No. He just got tired of you being a snarky motherfucker as he stated in his notes.”

“Heh, I refuse to believe this is real. Tell the Agent to try better.”

“Then don’t. But you will tell me why you’ve spied on this place and who ordered you to.” The Queen's eyes turn Gold, showing her exercise of power.

“King Harold requested that we find out about the power struggle occurring in the Continent of Geraldia. We then got shocking information that the strangers from another land, the Outworlders, have the power to reach the stars. We were sent to find out what magic or technology they used to achieve this.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard wasn’t it?” Her earnest smile makes the Vampire Spy enamored but also scared.

“You really are the Queen...”

“Yes, now would you be a sweetie and help me out here?”

“Is this for revenge? Since the Vampire Kingdom sided with the Saint millenniums ago?”

“Foolishness. If I wanted to survive, I would’ve prepared for it and did. But, that wasn’t what I was trying to achieve, thus I merely let him end me, for the sake of everyone. Was my husband properly buried? I never did thank him… for everything. May the Gods rest his soul.”

“What’s changed? New hair? Heh. Yes, he had a Heroes Burial and is located at your former Castle with a shiny plaque.”

“I see the Agent is right, even in front of the most powerful Vampire to exist, you jest your attitude.”

“Hehe, I have a thing for pretty ladies and the Books weren't lying when they say you were a beautiful no Vampire could surpass. I can’t help but look at you and your beautiful blonde hair and pretty face.”

“Thank you, please do shower me with more compliments. My ego is a bit rattled after getting defeated by three mere Knights.”

“Impossible.”

“Yes, hence I’m now giving the man who ended me my services. I’d tally that dost’s eyes would not believe it, but it hath happened. Thou should be afraid, not of me but of these humans.”

“What an interesting time we’re living in… Your Majesty…”

“Now, would you tell me what you found out at the Space Center?”

“Blue paper with all sorts of drawings. It was complex but it seemed to be how they built the machines to the stars.”

The Queen relaxes, but she never takes her eyes off the man. With a straight and elegant posture, she exercised her authority just by being there.

“Good. You aren’t even trying to hold back my authority.”

“It’s no use anyways.”

“I expected more from the special team I made to perform intelligence but I guess time degrades everything… including the best.”

“Is that all ma’am?”

“Where did you hide it?”

“Too late your Majesty. The Whittlebird we summoned is already headed back to the Kingdom.”

“It’s route?”

“A direct North. To be collected by a messenger dressed in a brown cloak and leather armor. He’d be wearing a special amulet, the one you made to mark your Spies.”

She then makes a thumbs up, notifying the Captain.

“Well, she’s scary.”

“Uh huh. Dang, you felt that right? She knows how to control her presence.”

“Open the door and bring in the next one.”

“Yes sir.”

Back at the Hospital with its oval and rectangular shape full of glass walls to flaunt its modernity, reminiscent more of a Museum than a Medical center, Paul’s surprised John and Trevor entered his room.

“How nice of you to show up. Nice Afternoon today.”

“What, you haven’t noticed our gifts yet?” John goes in front of his bed and picks up some flowers he left.

Trevor then goes to his right, pointing at an Elven Dagger he hid next to his bed.

“Everybody visited you while you were asleep. Though at different dates.”

He looks around his bed and notices the gifts, he was so busy in his mind. Full of trauma from surviving the fight against the Vampire Queen.

“Oh… thanks guys. Owe you all big.”

“You should thank Missus Alana and that Dragon more, she was watching over you the entire time. Bahamut was latched onto you like glue.”

“Eh, really?”

Turning his face to look at her, she immediately avoids contact as her cheeks are visibly flushed. Paul on the other hand made a sincere face that the Countess couldn’t stand. Blushing beet red.

“Thank you. I really mean it.”

“N-no problem. I-its but my duty.”

“Later, I gotta give Bahamut a tummy rub.”

The Generals laugh at the two. John immediately goes into teasing him.

“Look at this man, collecting Vampire Waifus. Gonna build a Harem ehy? I also met the Queen. Dang son, you lucky son of the bitch. Makes me want to strangle you and throw you into a ditch.”

“Fuck off. Now, why’re you guys here?”

“Oh, A day or two ago, we received a letter about a possible espionage operation happening here in Techno City. Vampires, Elves and people from the Kingdoms have been spotted lurking about.”

“So you guys are just passing by?”

“Yep, good to see you're all good. The Queen’s a looker.”

Trevor laughs and comments

“If my Wife could look like that, oh Lord. Goodbye quiet nights.”

“As if this would be easy. That woman might as well manipulate me and have me do her bidding. People like her are not to be played around with… and not gonna lie. She kinda scares me, like I admit her beauty is driving me nuts with lust but knowing what she did before… I don’t know.”

“You can do it. Look, women like her just need a confident man. I’m sure if you ask her about her husband, she’d say something about how forward he is and confident. Don’t be afraid, it's just a girl… well an Ancient Pure blood vampire girl but you get the gist of it.”

“Yea. I’ll try my best I guess. Man, my back is killing me.”

The two made a snappy salute, but before they were about to exit Paul had something to say.

“Take me with you guys.”

“WHAT?! Dude your entire body is literally broken right now.”

“Then kill me so that I could respawn. I wanna help, everyone is doing something and I’m just sitting here moping around.”

“Heck no, have some humanity bro.”

“C’mon guys, it beats sitting here.”

Alana, who was shocked, regains her senses.

“I would not allow you. No. Absolutely not.”

“Where’s Bahamut anyways?”

“She’s currently guarding the launchpad so you won’t have to.”

“Wha- that freaking Dragon. She didn’t need to do that. Help me up.”

Even though still weak, he tries to stand up which prompts the two generals and the Vampire to rush to him and prevent him from falling.

“Get me my uniform!”

Trio look at one another and sigh at his persistence. Military Helicopters spool up inside the Industrial Sector, as the final preparations for the rocket launch start. The peaceful skies of the city were now filled with patrolling UH-60Ms Blackhawk, AH-6M Little Birds and AH-64D Apaches. Drones were also about, and one of them was unarmed. Having painted on its side “16 inch Caller” depicting a human sized shell being fired from a Mark 7 battleship gun.

Exiting the Hospital Parking Lot that was full of civilian and military vehicles, the four are inside an Open top Humvee, John was on the wheel while Paul is in the back, wearing his Eldwood Greens Service Uniform like the two.

“So what’s happening?”

“Right now, the Men of the Woods are gonna start patrolling the skies. Our job is to watch the ground with their generals.”

“Alrighty.”

“Also, I heard they bought out a Big Mo.”

“Mordred?”

“No you moron. A Iowa class battleship a few miles away on a river.”

“Wait, they put that thing on a river?!”

“Hell yea they did.”

Trevor then turns around to look at Paul.

“Don’t you think the Eldritch Knight armor might help?”

“How?”

“It has plus Eight Strength right?”

“Yes, and… ohhh.”

“Yea, and do you still have potions?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“Remember how to quick select items in your inventory back then?”

“I do.”

“Using the Cosmic Knowledge Skill which, as you know, gives us access to personal portals, think of your potions while thinking of a portal.”

“Ah, I’ve been doing that before to store crap I found and quickly get weapons. Wait.”

Doing as instructed, he opens a portal, reaching into it.

“Yea, it’s empty.”

“I’ll hand you some. While at the same time, be reminded that you can only summon your armor at least six to eight times a day.”

“Eh? Why?”

“Well, you're teleporting it back and forth somewhere far away.”

“Oh shit, so if I put it somewhere near, I can do it more?”

“Yes. But you gotta be willing to carry around a set of Eldritch Armor.”

“I see, okay. Well I’ll try it then.”

“Before you do that, take this Mana Potion and this healing one.”

He opens his own portal and gives him two flasks. After drinking it, he materializes his armor and Longsword. He tries to move his hands and legs and is surprised that it all works well.

“Oh wow, I guess my Knight Armor is a type of Power Armor.”

“Power of enchantments bro.”

“But it's so bulky. I can’t sit down well.”

Standing up, he looks around while in his intimidating outfit. Trevor tugs John’s right shoulder.

“Ahhhh, okay.”

Not wanting to make him feel outed, they also materialize their Eldritch Armor. Alana on the other hand is annoyed as the Humvee is now full of three men in full knight armor, making space scarce.

“Also, what’s the date right now?”

“It's July Sixth Wednesday, though in Native tongue, it’d be Julus Six, Nenesder in the Year of the Great Gods’ One One Fifty-Two A-D-K.”

“You two are really getting into this world's culture aren’t you?”

“It seems that we’ll be here for long. Might as well learn how this place works. Funny thing is, the Holy See is the second largest religion, the first is the Diocese of the Twelve Gods. Which Meridia, Schon and the Elf population of Dragovh and Geraldia believe in.”

“Do they have Churches?”

“No but they do perform pilgrimages to the Shrines. Pretty big ones, I’ve visited one in Dragovh, named Dragonoth. First time in my entire time here to see Dragon folk.”

“Woah, are they any different from us?”

“No. A Monk there told me Dragonoth made a pact with Humanus, the God of Humans and gave Dragons a human form to not scare the citizens of this world with their dangerous appearance. The only difference is that they have two or four fangs but everything else would be the same as a normal man.”

Alana who was trying to squeeze comfily between the two men in bulky Eldritch Armor leans forward.

“It’s good to know you’re trying to learn about our world. Your Dragonian is also very good, Mister Trevor.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I also have a Translation Skill. So I don’t really know the language.”

“The Twelve Gods Religion is also the one we Vampires believe in. It is said that the God of Emotion, Angus made a pact with Diabolo and Humanus to gain more power and to manipulate his place within Heaven. Humanus saw this and turned the Primordial Vampires into liquid which our Ancient King and Queen drank and became the first known Vampires.”

The three generals were sitting like school children, intently listening to the history of their species. Paul then realizes.

“So Queen Elizabeth and King Charles aren't the first Vampires?”

“Yes. Ancient Texts left behind by the Apostles of the Twelve God said that one of them required to drink blood but was the most powerful out of the rest as long as it was fed blood, if not, the Dragon was the most powerful.”

“Wow. Then, may I ask. There’s no way to revive the Apostle of the Vampires right?”

“AHAHAHAH!” Alana laughs, holding her mouth as she smiles “M’Lord, it's impossible. The God of Humanity is longer in this realm as we know. Like the many others.”

“Why did they leave this realm?”

“Oh, it’s bec-” she gets interrupted by a low flying Apache. Holding her hair as the rotors downwash made dust and trash thrown around them. “As I said, it’s because they were no longer needed. They’re creations became plentiful and lived long and harmoniously, the balance of Good and Evil, Wisdom and Knowledge. The Gods instead chose to watch us all silently, Holy and Evil Magic is proof of that.”

A few minutes later, they reached the Outpost situated in the middle of the big modern city, guarding the side of the road. The soldiers from Eldwood know their Generals armors and saluted them while the Men of the Woods made way for them. Parking on the sidewalk, they exit and John leads them to a tent which serves as the briefing room.

“So, today’s operation is easy and quick. Currently, I already sent out our boys to patrol but since Paul is here, let us give you a more indepth briefing. Techno City is exactly Eight by Eight kilometers widel. The Space Center is at the Northwest of the city, two kilometers out. Bahamut is right there, guarding the Launchpads. Our objective is easy: we'll patrol the inner sanctum of this place while the outer part will be patrolled by the Men of the Woods and the Defense force of the Space Guild.”

“Question.”

“Yes, General Paul.”

“I need guns.”

“We have a truck on the back full of guns and ammo. Do what you will.”

“Nice.”

After getting an M4A1, an MTVR parks behind the truck he was on. Curious about its cargo, he goes to its driver.

“What’s behind?”

“M-One-Three-Four on a mount.”

“Holy… got a pack for that?”

“Yes, a gigantic three thousand round predator pack with a bat. Why?”

“Tell the Men of the Woods their patronage is appreciated.”

Rushing to the back and opening the tailgate reveals a mounted M134 minigun. He unscrews it and gets the Predator Ammo Backpack, putting iit over his Cape. He slings the Minigun to his hip armor. Alana with the two generals rush to see what he’s been up to.

“Oh shit…” Was all John could say.

They’re shocked at the man wearing his bulky and dark Eldritch Armor has an M134 minigun slinged to the right his hip while on the left was his scabbard, with its large ammo pack with the battery visibly hanging on top of the pack, his M4A1 is slinged on the back.

“Are you hunting Giants and Ogres? The fuck’s up with that set up?!”

“Worse. Spies.”

John was only using an M16A4 with a Grenade Launcher while Trevor had a Magnum Revolver and his Longsword on both hands. Alana on the other hand feels their dangerous aura, swallowing from the sight.

“Oh, I got a SMAW. You can still carry, right?”

“Yep, I feel the weight but a SMAW wouldn’t hurt.”

On patrol, the people of the city couldn’t help but look as the three massive Eldritch Knights pass them by, more armed than an entire platoon of soldiers. They start asking around if they’ve seen anything suspicious, but the players instead ask them what level they were before being Isekai’d. Some whisper amongst themselves.

“I heard those are the folks from Eldwood.”

“I wonder if their bounty still stands.”

“You wanna fight them? The bounty poster said they’re all at least Level One-Fifty.”

“Yea, and I don’t like dying here even though we come back. Who knows if it’ll be our last.”

“I watched one of their Knights on top of a mountain of stacked corpses of grunts continue fighting.”

“Oh, the Battle of Camlain, Yea I heard twenty massive clans clashed there and one of them contacted a group of Death Knights.”

The rumors didn’t affect the three, they know well enough what’ll happen if they reacted. Nonetheless, they continued to patrol as the Sun was slowly setting. A Humvee then came, parking next to them.

“Are you the Generals of the Knights of Eldwoods?”

John who was near the sidewalk answers.

“Yes, how may we help you?”

“We’ve just finished interrogating the prisoners. Would you want to pick up Miss Bartley?”

“Uhhh… Paul.”

He turns and Paul immediately replies.

“Alana, go. Make sure she doesn’t do anything brash.”

“As you wish, M'Lord. Trevor, John. Please do take good care of him.”

The two nod and make a thumbs up as the pretty lady in her crimson red dress boards the Humvee, making a U-Turn and driving off to the busy street. Now, just the trio continued their patrol. Little did they know, the bird above them was listening in on their conversation.

“Trevor: Reminds me of the old times.”

“John: Hey Paul, you remember that one time we were out near Death Valley and a freakin’ Level Ninety Demon Boar attacked us?”

“Paul: Haha, yea. We screamed like a bitch.”

“Trevor: Don’t know about you guys, but it's the Humanoid Demons that gives me the creeps. Like that mangled ball of Doll parts that attack you?”

“Paul: Dude, Fire magic kills it almost instantly.”

“Trevor: But still.”

“John: Not gonna lie, players with races of Vampires or Werewolves scare me more.”

“Paul: I think we’re all scared of those. Isn’t there like an Anti Vampire Race thing going on with the community as they have the easiest start off but requires the player to be a bit out there as they have to drink blood from sleeping people?”

“Trevor: Yea, they’re all the headaches. But then we got the weirdos playing as Lizards. Hahaha.”

“John: Halfbreed's man. Imaging mixing the Pros and Cons of a human and a Vampire or an Elf. Shit’s wack.”

“Paul: Hey, do you guys remember that fight we had? Against those Valkyries of Eutopos?”

“John: Oh yea, Dennis was with us. Trevor was with Hassan prepping for the ambush.”

“Trevor: I really thought you three would get eaten up by the Wyverns on Devil Peaks.”

“John: Yoooo, we came close multiple times and on the tail end, we even freaking saw a Dragon with a pack of Wyverns.”

“Trevor: Damn, at that moment I’d be shitting myself. That pack would require what? Five hundred to a thousand level one hundreds?”

“Paul: Something along those lines, but we made it with the skeleton Knights and successfully ambushed the two Guilds that were duking it out.”

The bird continued following them and the person listening in, transcribing their conversation. The trio chatted like the good friends they are, recalling past adventures and wars as the Moon flew above them. Inside the Commercial District of the city, Alana is following Elizabeth Bartley as she happily walks on the ledge on top of a seventy floor high building.

“Queen Bartley, please listen to me. We must return to our Lord.”

“Nonsense Alana. Don’t you think it's better to wait for the trouble and swoop in when they need us the most? Woohoo!” She dances and twirls, taking in the beauty of the brightly lit buildings while on the edge of the concrete railing on top of a sixty storey building.

“That would be countering the Lord's wish.”

“What? Did he tell you to immediately return? Non!”

“But we should at least tell him-”

A Blackhawk passing by disrupts the two. Meanwhile, the trio was patrolling a lonely street when Trevor suddenly raises his Magnum at a dark alleyway.

“Woah!”

Paul unslings his Minigun and points it the same direction with John’s M16A4.

“What the Hell…” John commented.

Without thinking, Trevor rushes in, using his Longsword, he stabs the ground and a Demonic wail is heard.

“A Dark Mist Demon.” After saying this, Paul goes to the brick wall to Trevors right and opens a portal to it. Grabbing something. The Dark Alleyway suddenly becomes lit as the lights there turn on.

“What the fuck, these are from Dark World VR!” As Trevor pulls out his Sword, Paul then drags the Demon out of the portal he opened. A long distorted body of a human, its entirety was dark and black, made out of screaming faces.

“I can never get used to these!” John shoots its head, prompting panic on the surrounding blocks as gunshots ring throughout the quiet neighborhood. Its head is in bits and pieces but the parts that fell were slowly regenerating, with his Longsword out, Trevor finishes it off. The Enchanted Sword makes a clean cut, popping its head off as dark miasma flows out of the wound like a fountain. Slowly it disintegrates. Trevor panting, takes a good look at the severed head.

“That… that’s a Mist Demon…”

“Yea, but how? Someone must’ve smuggled it. Someone’s watching us, beware.”

“We have to call this in.”

Quickly notifying the outposts, players with enchanted swords are sent out to help with the patrol as calls start flowing in about strange Dark Humans attacking the citizens. One call stood out from the rest.

“Cavalier to all callsigns! Our Squad stopped an individual that won’t respond. Requesting back up on Wojak Street, this might be a catch out.”

The trio quickly run to the place, fetching a Humvee that they encountered on the way. Back on top of the building, Alana is visibly active, using her vampiric hearing to look around at what’s happening.

“Calm yourself woman.”

“We should go there immediately. They’ve encountered a Vampire.”

“Non. We’ll wait. Hearken, a weary heart is no good for battle. Maybe for thou’s life, one has never encountered enemies on the same level. But now, it's different. Wait and see.”

Alana could only look at the Queen with her arms proudly crossed, she smirks at the top floor of an unmarked building. A mile away, the Generals reached the area and the Squad was decimated, the NCO on the scene notices the heavily armored Knights and tells them to follow the helicopters. Quickly telling the driver to go, they weave through the night traffic as the spotlights of a Blackhawk shine on a Dirt Bike driven by a man wearing a long coat and a Fedora.

Back at the Commercial District, the top floor of the unmarked building explodes, Queen Bartley and Count Alana were unaffected by it and the powerful Vampires quickly rush to action as they’re met with the four spies attempting to escape. With the use of Vampiric Mixed Martial Arts, the spies were unable to deal with the two Purebreds having years more of experience than them. Even with the use of the assault rifles they stole from the soldiers they killed, the Nobles were able to make quick work of them. The patrolling Blackhawk then flies to the blown floor, using its spotlight to see through the thick dust plume.

“Pigeon to Piggyback, we got no eyes. Requesting a squad to check on the building over.”

The Pilot gets spooked as the two Vampires are suddenly inside his chopper.

“Could you be a gentleman and get us to that chase?”

“H-how, ma’am I cannot-”

“I’m not gonna ask again.” Threatening the Pilot and his crew with her powers, they comply with Queen Elizabeth. Immediately tilting the helicopter forward to the fast paced chase happening, the dirt bike was getting nearer and nearer to the outskirts of the city.

“Pigeon to all callsigns, I’ll be rerouting myself to help in the chase.”

“Copy Pigeon, all Blackhawks and Apaches are cleared to use their weapons when the bike has reached the outskirts.”

“Pigeon copies all, Break I also have two individuals in my helicopter that might help over.”

“Good, we need all that we can get. Knight out.”

Back on the ground, the chase was starting to bog down due to the traffic, not wanting to give up, John called in a Blackhawk to pick them up at an intersection. As this happens, the Southern Gate which was blocked by M1A2C Abrams got tazed, the gunners which were looking through the Camera got blinded as the Vampire casted a Light Orb, preventing the tanks from opening fire. The man opened his Vampiric Wings, taking flight and over the roadblock with the bike.

“Fuck my eyes! Road Warrior to Knight, actual! The shithead went over us and into the outskirts, Out!”

“Knight Copies, we’ll blow them to bits. Over.”

The paved road quickly turned to dirt as the offroad bike continued to trek its way through the dark night. Noticing the helicopters closing in on him, the spy casts necromancy magic, summoning Troglodytes, Gargoyles and Winged Demons. Inside the Blackhawk ferrying the three Knights, they’re shocked to see the enemies pop out of a portal like a video game. Paul, using his handheld M134 Minigun with the help of the Door Gunner who was on another Minigun, lit up the sky with lines of tracers.

The citizens inside the city could see the lines of bullets coming out of the chasing helicopters. It pierced the darkness like a beam of divine light, hitting the poor Demons that’re unable to do anything as 6,000 RPM of bullets flew at them. The Apache which was restless since the beginning of the chase opens fire with its Hydra rockets. The dirt bike swerved into the dense forest dodging the missile barrage, but the Apache kept firing, blowing up the trees and starting a small fire.

John quickly orders the Pilot to get closer and see if they got the spy. There were no signs, just a destroyed dirt bike. Determined, the trio teleport to the burning grass. With their armor protecting them, they walk into the dark forest as Blackhawks fast rope skeleton soldiers behind them. Using the rail mounted WX2000 flashlight on his barrel, he fires a shot with his underbarrel 40mm M203 grenade launcher.

The light of the explosion reveals the coat of the man, showing his position, Paul on the other hand fires his Minigun. Tearing down bushes and trees, riddling the forest with holes. The Vampire quickly tries to escape, but the lighter Trevor parries him with his Longsword and Revolver. The two fight till the Spy drops a Flashbang. It surprises everybody that a Native would use such a tactic. After regaining their foothold, the man was already gone. This forced everyone to board the helicopters once again and start patrolling the forest.

The night was getting darker and the people helping in the search are starting to get tired. One of the helicopters flying a kilometer from the entire thing had Alana and Elizabeth on it. The two were watching patiently when the Queen suddenly opened her wings and flew straight to the forest, Alana on the other hand ordered the Pilot to follow her. The man flying couldn’t believe his eyes, the Queen’s bat wings were crimson red and had a total wingspan that could easily be the length of his chopper. It also had way more fingers than a normal Vampire wing.

Back at the other Blackhawk where the Generals are having a discussion to where he might be, they’re buzzed by the Vampire, the helicopters shake as her speed disturb the air. Quickly hitting the ground a few hundred meters in front of them. She then takes off, revealing the spy which she has grabbed by the neck. Flying back to the helicopter, she throws the assailant into one passenger compartment of one of the choppers.

“Well, that’s done. But holy shit, I’ve fought many Vampires before. But those wings are huge, she could easily use that to wrap herself twice.”

“Yea, that’s the Vampire Queen for you, well let’s head back to base I guess.”

Paul was then feeling extremely unpleasant. He taps the shoulder of John who was still mesmerized by the Queen’s bat wings.

“Get me back to the hospital. I don’t feel good…”

The trio then land at the Hospital’s helicopter landing pad, it’s LED sign “Saint Luke’s Hospital” flashing through the dark night sky with its glass and modern architecture flaunting the beauty of modern buildings. Paul quickly removes his helmet and touches his nose where blood was spilling. John and Trevor notice this and quickly rush to help him.

“YO! Paul! Let’s get you back inside!”

“N-no it's fine. You guys go, I’ll head in by myself.”

“Ugh. Just be careful alright?”

“Yea, leave me. Defend the launch of the rockets. GO!”

They know that there’s still much to do as the radio was still blasting with people requesting help, making the decision, the two hop back in the UH-60, flying away. Feeling even more weak, he dematerializes his armor. Dropping the Minigun, SMAW and M4 he was carrying on the ground. Even weaker, he falls on his knees. He removes his Cap, feeling how heavy it was and sees that blood is dripping out of his mouth. Picking up his hat, he sluggishly goes to the elevator as another Blackhawk lands on the Hospital’s helipad.

As he collapses, his right hand brings out a handkerchief from his pocket. It soaks up the blood that was dripping from his nose and some from his mouth before completely going unconscious. The Blackhawk’s door slides open and the two Vampires rush to help him, Alana gets him up while the Queen puts his bloody handkerchief up his nose and tilts it upwards to prevent more blood from escaping. The helicopter took off as they entered the emergency elevator. Behind them, the Delta IV rockets take off, prompting Bahamut to go to the Hospital as she has done her job of guarding the launchpad.