He stood upon another hill overlooking a vast battlefield.
An army of human cultivators stretched as far as the eye could see, their armor radiating an inner brilliance as their weapons drew streams of Qi from the surrounding heavens.
Facing them stood an equally immense army of vampires.
They wore armor forged from a dark metal that seemed to consume light itself. Crimson eyes burned beneath their helmets like smoldering embers. At the center of their formation sat a regal woman astride a midnight-black warhorse, an ancient crown resting upon her brow.
A queen. The two armies stood in absolute silence. Neither side moved.
It was the suffocating stillness before countless lives were about to collide.
Before the first strike could fall, the memory changed again.
This time... He saw a tree. No. A world tree.
