Endless Hunting Night

When the old gods tend to be shattered, endless darkness sweeps through every inch of human territory like a torrent, and animalization spreads rampantly. The only remaining giant city of mankind stands emitting light in the mist. Liszt woke up in the ruins of the church in the dark. Is it the madness of the pale blood? Or is it the stolen support of supreme power? He cast his gaze beyond the stars, "Tonight, I will join the hunt." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.