The blood ocean shook. The faces inside it opened their mouths together.
The gray-haired man laughed. "Our own progenitor. One who will lead us to salvation."
Behind him, one chained vampire slowly raised his head.
His body was almost only bone. His skin stuck tightly to his frame, and his face barely looked human anymore.
His wrists were bound by black chains. Those chains pierced into his flesh.
Blood kept flowing from his body into the formation lines below.
"Soren..."His voice was hoarse.
The gray-haired man stopped laughing.
The chained vampire coughed. Black blood leaked from his mouth.
"Soren Veyr..."
The gray-haired man slowly turned his head.
"You are still alive, Marcell?"
The chained vampire, Marcell, looked at him with dull eyes.
There was no hatred in them, only grief.
"In the past... you were the most forgiving sovereign."
His voice trembled.
"You were the one who stopped us from killing. You were the one who said forgiving is the right of the strong."
