"*Cough* *Cough* *Cough*… Ugghh… *Cough*…"
"Are you alright, Sister Amara?"
Amara, who was on the ground on all her fours coughing continuously, looked up and saw her Sisters looking at her with pitying eyes.
"*Cough*… I-I am f-fine…" She nodded and answered in a hoarse voice.
"Don't worry, you will be back to normal in 10 minutes."
"*Cough* D-Did you receive the same treatment?" Amara questioned and her sister nodded with a defeated face.
She then looked around and all her sisters had the same expressions.
Just like her, all the other girls suffered from the same fate.
Amara then turned around and her eyes fell on Azriel who was sitting on top of the Flying Carpet.
"Couldn't you have treated us more gently?" She questioned with a scowl on her face.
"It is not my fault that you guys are so weak. Tsk Tsk, to think you cannot even take a little ride like this, are you sure you guys are Vampires?" Azriel, however, just shrugged.
