Cyril's mocking laugh died in his throat as he realized he was surrounded by hundreds of blood-red eyes, each filled with an insatiable hunger for blood. The vampire servants collectively fixed their gaze on Cyril, causing even the martial god to tense up and furrow his brow.

"What trick are you playing?" Cyril demanded. "Why aren't these monsters attacking you?"

Andrew remained expressionless, ignoring the question. The unique holy energy of Lomuia Grand Cathedral's Saint John radiated from