For centuries… humans fought against the vampires. Creatures born in darkness, stronger and faster than any man. We were losing. Humanity was on the edge of extinction. That’s when the Church created us. They trained us to become Warrior Priests—fighters built for one purpose… to hunt vampires. We moved faster than them, fought harder than them, and one by one… we pushed them back into the shadows. Eventually, the war ended. Humans won. Or at least… that’s what the Church wanted everyone to believe. After the war, they didn’t need us anymore. The Warrior Priests were dismissed… scattered among the people… forced to live ordinary lives inside the walled cities. No glory. No purpose. Just silence. For years, I followed their rules. Until the day everything changed. My niece… was taken. A group of vampires attacked her settlement and dragged her into the wasteland. I went to the Church, asking permission to hunt them down. But they refused. They said the vampires were extinct. They told me to forget about it… to move on. But I knew the truth. And I knew what would happen if I waited. So I broke my vows. I left the city… and went into the wasteland to bring her back. Out there, I wasn’t alone for long. Hicks, the sheriff from her town, joined me. He was young… but fearless. Determined to save the woman he loved. Later, we were joined by another familiar face… a former Warrior Priestess. One of the best fighters I had ever known. Together, we followed the trail of the vampires. But what we found… was worse than we imagined. The vampires weren’t just hunting anymore. They were being led. By someone who knew us… someone who understood how we fought. Someone who used to be one of us. The war we thought was over… was beginning again. And this time… it was personal.