"That's the city."
The Soultorrent Trench was nothing short of eerie.
A city boarded by a black filled with black miasma, the mere sight of it made one depressed.
The maidens, a hundred twenty at this point all shivered in disgust.
"Dear, I'm going back."
Most of them decided to go back and be standing by in case they were needed, plenty of blood was collected in the journey and it was enough to summon a hundred of them for a week.
Only Csilla clenched his hand and decided to stay.
Lena smirked and went back to their 'home' allowing her little sister to take the stand.
"If we go inside with a group like this, forget about infiltration, the war is going to start straight away." Valentine sighed, feeling like doing precisely that, but given the size of this city, perhaps even a hundred of them would not be enough.
