National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

The White-Red Empire, as if suddenly seized by a fear lurking in the darkness, made an earth-shattering decision: to completely seal off the entire nation.

All visitors attempting to set foot on this land were mercilessly turned away. The ban was absolute, with no room for exception.

Simultaneously, all flights were urgently grounded. Planes no longer took off or landed in its skies, and air routes were frozen.

Commercial projects came to a complete standstill, as if struck by an Immobilization Spell.

In an instant, the White-Red Empire was violently torn from the active map of the world. It stood alone in a corner of the globe, becoming an isolated island, all ties to the outside world brutally severed.

Once the news broke, it sent shockwaves across the globe, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake.

High-ranking officials from every Empire shot up from their seats, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment.

Various powers scrambled into action. Think tanks convened for urgent consultations, trying to unravel the threads behind this sudden development.

The media, like sharks smelling blood, went into a frenzy. Reporters rushed about, cameras and recording equipment at the ready, desperate to dig up the hidden truth and splash an exclusive story across the front pages.

However, amid all the clamor and commotion,

a small handful of people who knew a fraction of the truth chose to remain silent as the grave.

They kept their lips sealed, their eyes full of fear and apprehension, not daring to utter a single word.

For they had all keenly sensed an unusual presence in the air—an oppressive feeling that emanated from the Hell Abyss. A bone-chilling fear spread silently through their hearts like an icy tide.

It made them understand that leaking the secret could invite a disaster beyond imagination.

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Night fell like a heavy black curtain, slowly and completely enveloping the entire White-Red Empire.

A ghastly white moon hung high in the sky, like a cursed lantern. Its cold light spilled onto the earth, plating everything in an eerie, silver veneer.

Chiyoda City, the White-Red Empire’s largest metropolis—once bustling with life and traffic—was now plunged into a spine-chilling, deathly silence.

Ye Lingyun, clad in a long gown as deep as the night itself, stood silently atop Chiyoda City’s tallest building. Her skirt billowed gently in the night wind, making her look like a siren emerging from the depths of darkness.

In the moonlight, her face was so pale it was almost translucent, utterly devoid of color. But her eyes glinted with a cold, profound light, like will-o’-the-wisps in the dead of night, seeming to see through all the world’s pretenses and secrets.

She tilted her head back slightly, looking down upon the city now under her control. The corners of her lips curled into a faint, cold smile—a smile filled with boundless arrogance and apathy. In her eyes, all of creation was nothing more than insignificant ants.

Behind her stood several high-ranking members of the Vampire Clan.

They stood tall with powerful auras, the core pillars of the entire Vampire Clan, their strength second only to Ye Lingyun’s.

These figures, both male and female, all possessed exceptionally youthful faces, their skin smooth and delicate, without a single trace of time’s passage.

Their eyes revealed an innate pride and confidence, and their every move exuded an air of mystique and allure.

This was the magic of the Vampire Clan’s bloodline. They did not age with the passing of time. Their eternally youthful appearance allowed them to maintain a lofty, superior bearing throughout the long centuries.

They took pride in their lineage. In their eyes, humans were merely a flock of fragile lambs to the slaughter. Human lives were short and dull, completely incomparable to the eternity and nobility of the Vampire Clan.

Below the building, every street was like an anthill, packed to the brim.

The streets were filled with people. Some were elderly with white hair, their faces etched with the vicissitudes of time.

Some were vibrant youths, whose once-energetic faces were now lifeless.

Some were able-bodied men, others were gentle and beautiful women.

But no matter what they once looked like,

they all wore the same expression now: pale and numb, as if their very souls had been siphoned away.

Their eyes were vacant and hollow, yet as if guided by an invisible force, they all raised their heads in unison to gaze silently at the figure of Ye Lingyun on the rooftop.

A heartfelt submission surged in every pair of eyes.

It was an instinctual reaction born of being suppressed by fear and absolute power. Under the immense pressure of the Vampire Clan, they had lost all will to resist. Like devout followers, they could only offer their most humble reverence to their new master, Ye Lingyun.

The streets of the entire city seemed to have truly become its veins,

and now, they flowed with dark blood.

The dense throngs of new, pale, and bloodless members of the Vampire Clan stood there silently, like puppets on strings.

Their bodies were stiff, and they made not a single sound. The entire scene was unspeakably eerie.

The once-bustling Chiyoda City had now become a giant tomb, so quiet it sent a chill down your spine. Only the night wind whispered past, making a low WHIMPERING sound.

It was as if countless wronged souls were weeping in the darkness, lamenting the city’s tragic fate.