HaozDancer

Daimon Crimson, a vampire who had lived for centuries in a modern world where vampires were considered legends, found himself bored to death with nothing to challenge him, despite his eternal life.

As the strongest vampire, no one could match him in combat, leaving him unfulfilled until a momentous day arrived. World Towers suddenly materialized all over the world, interconnected structures that had to be conquered to save the world from destruction.

Upon entering one of these towers and facing the monsters within, Daimon experienced an unparalleled thrill. He was ecstatic to discover that the monsters were remarkably powerful, finally providing the excitement he had been yearning for all this time.

Crimson Tower

In the aftermath of the fierce battle, the volcanic wasteland lay silent and eerie, the lingering echoes of combat fading into the ashen landscape.

Jareth, the leader of the Phoenix Clan expedition, found himself the sole survivor of his once-proud team. His crimson robes were stained with sweat, blood, and the memories of his fallen comrades.

Kneeling amidst the desolation, Jareth's breaths came in ragged gasps. His body ached from the relentless battle, and his spirit bore the heavy weight of loss and defeat.

Lysandra, Varian, and Aria, his loyal companions, lay lifeless on the unforgiving terrain, their crimson robes scattered like fallen leaves.

Jareth clenched his fists, his knuckles white with tension. He couldn't comprehend the enigmatic power of their adversary, Daimon, or the devastation he had wrought upon their team. It was a battle that defied reason, tradition, and logic.

Daimon and Lilith's Vow in New World