Cain suddenly moved.
He left the noise behind him without saying a single word, his footsteps slow against the shattered ground as the celebration of the vampire race continued farther away. No one stopped him. No one questioned him either. Most of the vampires were too occupied speaking with the Moonshade family elders, while others remained focused on discussing the terrifying bloodline ability they had just witnessed.
And Cain preferred it that way.
Quietly, he approached the three cocoons.
The closer he came, the stronger the strange resonance inside his body became. His blood mana stirred more intensely than before, reacting to the energy flowing from the cocoons like rivers connecting toward the same source.
"…Again…"
Cain frowned slightly. Trying to think of a way why it had become like this. Like he was feeling something strange.
Because the sensation was becoming harder to ignore.
His body felt lighter near them.
Warmer.
Stronger.
