Promised to the Tyrant
Strangely, they did not go towards the caste where there are hundreds of werewolves and humans about five hundred meters away.
I catch the first one off guard, slicing his chest open. I leave him incapacitated.
“Taho, distract him. I need to get back.!“ one vampire tells the other one named Taho and then flees the scene immediately.
Now it’s just the two of us.
The vampire named Taho is not one of the young ones. He might look not over thirty, but his eyes tell his age. The deep red circles under his eyes, which he has not bothered to hide like they have to fit in with the humans, tell me he must be over three centuries old, or maybe four. No, not four, there is no sign of redness in his eye