In the Black Crow Continent, the Vampire Clan is entrenched in the city-state of the dark night, the Holy Court holds high the Holy Light of Judgment, and the seven tribes of the wolf tribe in the north have declined in the wind and snow for three hundred years. Elaine grew up in Black Rose Castle. For seventeen years, he thought that he was just the lowest servant beside the vampire young master Leon. It wasn't until the night of the coming-of-age ceremony, when the blood moon rose and the silver blade pierced his heart, that he realized that he was never a servant, but a sacrifice of the Silver Moon royal family who had been imprisoned for many years.
Leon wanted to use his heart to be promoted to Prince of Evernight, and the Holy Court wanted to use his blood to bury the truth of the trial three hundred years ago, but the seven tribes in the north regarded him as a remnant of disaster. Elaine fled into the snowy field with the Silver Moon King Seal, and regained her bloodline step by step amid pursuit, trial and betrayal. He does not kneel in the Holy Court, does not submit to the vampire clan, and is not in a hurry to become king. He must first investigate the old case and cut off the poisonous spike that Black Rose buried in the North's territory.
Leon chuckled through the blood shadow: "Brother, give me your heart back."
Elaine was covered in blood, but she broke the Black Rose Pioneer Flag: "If you want my heart, I will tear down your throne."
Red Fang wants revenge, Gray Claw wants War Bones, White Bones wants the truth, and Frostwolf wants survival. No one in the seven tribes really believed in him, but in every dead end, it was this former sacrifice who snatched people away from the coffin.
When the Seven Tooth King's Ring lit up, the North finally received the first joint order. But Elaine soon discovered that she was not the first Silver Moon bloodline in the Black Rose experiment. Test Subject No. 12 Has not yet failed, and the Silver Moon Crown has been sealed under the holy coffin of the Holy Court of Judgment. The sacrifice that year may have never been the end - it was the opening of the door.
