Central church hall.
The figure of Count Paluocas swayed in the refracted sunlight, which grew more intense, his power slowly draining away like sand in an hourglass.
"Aaaaaah! I will kill you all!"
His lungs felt torn apart, his soul roasted by the sun, each breath felt like a fiery burn.
Under the torment of three gangsters, not only his eyes but all his nerves suffered the pain of being pricked by a needle!
He was lost, treated like a toy by the executioner, Paladin, and male guard.
Yet, Count Paluocas never gave up, he fought back with all his strength.
Because he was immortal!
Current pain meant nothing; it only drove his revenge to a more frenzied state!
Even though he was dizzy, he knew one thing.
The black-haired, green-eyed guy couldn't maintain the sun indefinitely!
There were still five or six hours until dawn.
When the damned light in the church disappeared, it would be time for these people to endure his endless rage and torment!
