39: Immortality

The moon, together with the stars, was shining brightly beyond the horizon. It gave a light reflecting down to a small diamond hovering in the air. A blue line-like beam burst out of it, connecting toward the surrounding boulders of rocks. Each rock has a human hostage and one vampire. Their waists were tied by a silver chain, steaming off some smoke as it touched their bare skin.

Standing outside the surrounding boulders were the Elite Guards, wearing gray capes and holding a sharp spear in their right hands. Eleanor walked past them, staring with furrowed brows at a man whose skin was shining under the moonlight, horns scratched wildly. She breathed deeply before diverting her gaze toward the hostages.

“Are you positive they’re well-chained?” she asked the Elite near her.

The Elite narrowed his eyes. “Affirmative. Their chains are laced with poisons. If they get wounded with their desperation to escape, the poison will seep through their skin and melt what’s left