The next morning, Zenon, along with a few of the vampire servants, went down to the dungeon that was under the central courtyard of the Kilerth castle.
As they walked down the cold stairs of the rocky dungeon, their senses were overtaken by the sweet and metallic smell lingering in the air.
Zenon widened his eyes and sped towards the passage that was in between dungeon cells.
And he came to a halt when he saw a dead body lying there on the cold passage. 'Why is it here? And since when?' he thought to himself as he ran possible scenarios in his mind.
Zenon glanced at the cells that were on his left as well as his right. He saw the prisoners cowering together at the furthest corners of the cells. They all looked scared out of their minds.
Soon, Zenon was joined by the servants. Their reaction didn’t change much even after seeing the cold blood-drained body. They knew that only one man would be bold enough to leave a dead body after helping himself.
