When he said these words, Ian could see that Viscount Awak's face, and even the clothing on his body, was climbing with layers upon layers of complex blood-colored patterns, making his eyes turn a sanguine red.
But this red was not the kind of blood ice that seemed to be formed from despair and hatred like that of the Deceased Monarch; instead, it was like bubbling lava, releasing fierce and fiery rage.
Drop by drop of fresh blood seeped from his skin and formed a huge and ferocious blood-colored armor outside his body, like a demon, but even more intricate and flexible, like some kind of ghoul born of blood.
A muffled voice, filled with deep-seated hatred, came out from the blood-red Vampire armor, "You should know that in the original plan, to kill everyone in the Avak Domain, the first one to become a Deceased Monarch..."
"Was..."
"Shut up."
