The arrows gored deep into them, poking their brains, threatening to explode them to smithereens.
As a result, streams of blood splattered out their eyes, drizzling downwards.
Their blood was different from humans.
It wasn't red but white, and it carried a weird scent to it that diffused in the air, spreading to Roy, getting sniffed by him.
He didn't know why but he felt an urge to drink it, and his urge to taste it was so strong that he was even willing to lick the floor clean of it.
Now, he wasn't a vampire, so why would he do that?!
He shrugged his shoulders, kicking these chaotic and deranged thoughts out of his mind as he watched the two giant white snake wreath in pain.
