Meanwhile on a boat to Crimson City...
Helsing was looking at his new dagger with enthusiasm, watching it reflected in the moonlight and seeing the fascinating color of the wolves' mark. The oldest and most noble of all the packs of the past.
On the other hand, Diana looked at her little weapon of ancient arrows, but with a little trick, it seemed that no matter how many times she shot them, they returned to their place like magic. She sighed with love. She never thought to have in her hands a weapon of that class and style.
Only the superior vampires could have such a weapon, only they were granted such power thanks to their relationship and kinship with the leaders. Unless someone dared to steal the clans' treasury, bought it at an auction in Constantine City, or perhaps took it from one of those ancient artifact thieves. Otherwise, they couldn't have one in their lifetime.
