NARRATOR

He stormed out like a demon, gathering the few who could still fight, men as desperate as he was, searching for their mothers, their partners, their children.

About twenty Elementals descended the mountain… and by the time Zarek found out and reached the country estate of those noble vampires… only one was left.

He saw his friend, the one who had welcomed him into his home without hesitation, kneeling in the middle of the garden, still holding the mutilated body of his woman.

The place was stained with the lives of those poor Elementals who were no match for the many adult vampires partying, drunk on lust and bloodlust.

They had taken their rage out on Rousse’s body, stabbing him with swords and knives in the back as he protected the murdered woman in his arms.

Zarek’s eyes turned crimson red as he listened to the laughter and mockery, the kicks to his friend’s body, prolonging his suffering.

Surrounded by the vermin who dared call themselves nobles.

By the time they noticed Z