Chapter 4:
Blade’s Arrival
The night air of Gotham was thick with the scent of chaos. From the darkest
corners of the city to the gleaming skyscrapers, fear had settled like a fog,
whispering of the terror that had taken hold. It was into this maelstrom of dread
that Blade, the Daywalker, arrived.
His motorcycle roared through the empty streets, a lone beacon of defiance
against the darkness. Blade had tracked the vampire outbreak to its latest
epicenter: Gotham City. The signs were unmistakable - the missing citizens, the
silent screams, and the aura of a powerful vampire presence.
As he made his way to the heart of the city, Blade's senses were on high alert. He
could feel the pulse of the infestation, a rhythm that beckoned him closer to the
source. His mission was clear: find the nest, eliminate the master, and end the
outbreak.
Blade's arrival did not go unnoticed. High above, perched on the gargoyles that
adorned the city's gothic architecture, creatures of the night watched with red
eyes glowing. They had heard of the Daywalker, the half-vampire who hunted
their kind with relentless precision.
But Blade was undeterred. He had faced hordes before, had stared into the abyss
and emerged victorious. This city, plagued by shadows, needed him. And he
would not fail.
With his sword at his side and an arsenal of weapons at his disposal, Blade
stepped into the darkness, ready to bring the fight to the vampires' doorstep.
Gotham's nightfall had come, but so had its reckoning.
