My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 134: Situations

Far away from the torn battlefield soaked in blood and broken pride, in a different plane that felt calm yet unfamiliar, the Moonshade family gathered beneath a sky that glowed with a pale silver hue.

The new dimension Cain had opened for them was vast and quiet. Tall black stone pillars rose from the ground like ancient guardians, and rivers of faint crimson light flowed slowly through the valleys like veins beneath skin.

It was not the Nightmare Realm they had known for generations.

There were no twisted trees groaning under cursed wind. No distant roars of beasts challenging their dominance. No heavy pressure that had once been as natural to them as breathing.

It felt... peaceful.

Too peaceful.

And that was why the tension inside the grand hall felt suffocating.

All of them were present.

Rivik stood near the center, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched so hard the muscles along his neck stood out clearly. Ghurn, their ancestor whose presence alone was soffucating, stood silent with his long dark cloak pooling behind him like spilled ink.

The elders lined both sides of the hall, their expressions grim and troubled. The Vanguards, still carrying the pride of warriors, stood stiffly near the walls.

Even the younglings, who usually whispered among themselves, remained quiet.

The name on everyone’s mind was the same.

Cage.

They did not know that he was Cain.

They only knew that the young vampire who had appeared suddenly in their clan had forced them to leave their homeland and step into this unknown plane.

A very talented and very strong vampire.

Rivik was the first to break the silence.

"He stayed," Rivik said, his voice low but trembling with restrained anger. "He told us to go first, and he stayed behind."

A murmur spread through the hall.

"Why?" one of the younger vampires asked, unable to hold back. "Why would he do that?"

Another elder shook his head slowly. "He said the Nightmare Realm was no longer safe."

"No longer safe?" one of the Vanguards snapped. "We m’ve been that realm for centuries!"

"And even the emperor of that realm fell," another voice whispered. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

That reminder silenced several of them.

The Nightmare Realm had once been their domain. It was harsh, but it was theirs. The creatures there feared the Moonshade banner. Even when other races intruded, they had been crushed.

But two emperors had fallen.

The Chimera Ant Demon Emperor, their original Nightmare Realm Emperor, a being of monstrous strength who commanded countless demonic ants, had been defeated.

And then another emperor from another plane.

Both gone.

They thought at first strange.

All eyes slowly turned toward Elder Fang.

He stood at the front, hands clasped behind his back, his usual arrogance gone. His face looked older than before, as if the explanation he was about to give weighed heavily on his chest.

"He explained it to me," Elder Fang said quietly.

The hall leaned in without moving.

"He told me the Nightmare Realm is no longer simply a cursed plane of beasts and demons. It has become a battlefield."

"A battlefield?" Rivik repeated.

"Yes," Elder Fang continued, his voice steady but heavy. "Dimensional cracks have opened across the entire realm. Not one. Not two. Countless."

A ripple of shock moved through the hall.

"Countless?" one of the ancestors echoed.

Elder Fang nodded slowly. "They tear open the sky and the ground. From them, races and creatures emerge. Not wandering beasts. Not wandering warlords. Entire armies. Entities far stronger than noble emperors."

The room grew colder.

"Far stronger?" a young vampire whispered, disbelief clear in his tone.

"He aias he had seen noble emperors tremble," Elder Fang said. "Cage told me these beings treat noble emperors as stepping stones."

Silence followed.

He continued speaking, each word deliberate.

"The cracks do not close. They widen. Each one becomes a gate. And from every gate, something new arrives. Demons from war torn planes. Constructs forged in realms of endless battle. Winged creatures that feed on mana itself. And there are leaders among them, figures that command respect even among the invaders."

He looked at the floor briefly before lifting his gaze again.

"He said the Nightmare Realm is no longer ours. It has become a convergence point for different dimensions. A war zone where the strongest fight for dominance."

The hall froze.

No one moved.

They pictured it in their minds.

Their dark forests torn open by glowing rifts. The sky fractured by light that did not belong there.

Creatures towering above even their greatest warriors stepping out without fear.

"No wonder," Rivik muttered slowly. "No wonder the emperors fell and so many strange beings."

"The Chimera Ant Demon Emperor," an elder said, voice shaking slightly. "He controlled endless swarms. He was almost impossible to kill."

"And yet I’m sure he’s dead," another elder replied.

They imagined that ancient emperor facing something beyond his understanding.

Overwhelmed.

Crushed.

A long silence settled over the gathering.

Ghurn finally spoke, his deep voice resonating through the hall.

"Then that means," he said slowly, "Cage Moonshade knew all of this."

Elder Fang nodded once.

"He told us to leave so we could survive."

The words echoed.

So we could survive.

Ghurn closed his eyes briefly.

"Then that means," he continued, voice softer now, "he stayed behind knowing what he was facing."

No one answered.

They did not need to.

The image of that young vampire standing alone in the Nightmare Realm rose clearly in their minds.

One of the younger vampires suddenly covered his face with both hands.

"He... he must be incredibly strong," the young one said through trembling breath. "To fight monsters stronger than noble emperors."

Another whispered, "His potential... it must be immense."

At first, the sorrow in the hall was quiet.

A few lowered heads.

Clenched fists.

Tightened jaws.

But as the weight of the situation settled deeper into their hearts, regret began to rise.

"We doubted him," one of the elders said hoarsely.

"I called him reckless while running," another admitted.

"It’s okay, I even accused him of leading us into danger," Elder Fang muttered, shame clear in his voice.

"He was just a young vampire," someone whispered. "And yet he carried this alone."

The grief that had been restrained began to crack.

One of the younglings began to cry softly.

Another followed.

Soon, even some of the Vanguards, warriors who had stood against countless enemies without flinching, lowered their heads as their eyes burned.

"We let him stay behind," an elder said, voice breaking. "We left him there."

The hall filled with quiet sobs.

Then those quiet sobs grew louder.

Regret poured out like a flood that had been held back too long.

They mourned not only the danger he faced but the loss of someone whose potential could have led the Moonshade to greater heights.

"A young vampire with that kind of strength," Rivik said, tears sliding down his face despite his attempt to remain composed. "He could have become our pillar."

"And now..." another whispered.

Silence followed that unfinished sentence.

It felt like a funeral without a body.

Ivira, who had been standing quietly near the back, finally stepped forward.

Her short white hair caught the pale silver light from above, making her look almost ethereal. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the hall filled with grief.

"You all don’t have to worry about him," she said calmly.

Several heads lifted.

"He will make it back," she continued firmly. "I am sure of it."

Under normal circumstances, they would have clung to those words.

They would have nodded and agreed out of loyalty or hope.

But now, after hearing Elder Fang’s explanation, doubt was heavy in every gaze.

Rivik looked at her with pain in his eyes.

"You heard what Elder Fang said," he replied quietly. "That place is a war zone filled with beings stronger than emperors."

"Yes," Ivira answered without hesitation.

"Then how can you be so sure?" one of the elders demanded gently, not with anger but with desperation.

Ivira clicked her tongue in irritation.

"I am not lying," she said sharply. "You can ask my two sisters."

A murmur spread through the hall again.

"They know," Ivira added, her eyes firm and confident. "They know what he is capable of."

One by one, every head in the grand hall turned.

Their gazes moved past Ivira.

Past the elders.

Until they settled on two figures standing slightly apart from the crowd.

Faith.

Cornelia.

The hall fell silent once more as all eyes focused on them.