"Hahaha, hahaha!!"
In the dim snowstorm, Count Gregory raged like a wild beast that couldn't break free from its chains. His chest heaved wildly, inhaling like a roaring fury and exhaling as if in mockery.
He had given up struggling.
Because no matter what, these two overly insane people wouldn't run amok for much longer and would soon have to face the towering rage of him, a Count of the Blood Clan.
Any being that dared to treat members of the Blood Clan in such a manner would face endless retribution from the entire clan.
To wager the finite against the infinite is to be like moths to a flame.
The endless life of the Blood Clan is a force no finite being can withstand.
