BORDERS OF BEASTMEN TERRITORY TO THE VAMPIRE CITY
50 MILES
Roars!
"What are these? What is this?" Greko Blazul had long shifted to his human form after draining his spiritual energy from the sudden attack they commenced on the Terin Clan's territory.
"Keep on marching. We are only a few miles from the Vampire City. That moroi told us they are welcoming us even after knowing what they are against." Rostam Clawmark also felt the foreboding heat, but unlike Greko Blazul, he was not heaving as if his airway was obstructed. Only, Rostam's instincts were telling him that there was immense negative energy from the heat—as if it was meant to harm him.
Sabina, who was walking behind the two tribe patriarchs, scoffed. She could not help but leaned towards her mother and whisper, fully knowing that everyone could hear her still. "What is so great with that human wench? Lucca and I are now separated because of her sorry ass!"
