'How did this happen?! Impossible!'
Although the Vampire Lord Duradel wasn't showing it in his face, he could not think of a way how the Motressa, one of the existing phoenixes or Mythical Beast, to be reborn at the same spot it died and be still under his control. In other words, he felt a sense of incredulity, which gradually showed in his expression, because 'someone' or 'something' had managed to subjugate the Mythical Beast that he brought under his control by utilizing drops of his blood, which was slightly connected to the Crimson Goddess.
"My Lord…?"
The Vampire Grand Duke, also one of the Vampire Lord's trusted subordinates, asked in confusion as he saw the blank expression, with a hint of disbelief, painted on the latter's face.
