At noon, the caravan that had already left Morlan Village and was on its way to the Polluted Swamp fell silent.
The thirty-plus Midnight Hunters summoned by Miss Phemys were currently nestled inside luxurious coffins distributed among the ten carriages, ensnared in delightful slumbers.
For these legitimate vampires, venturing out under such wonderfully clear skies is entirely taboo.
The sunlight can scorch their "tender" skin. Even though their sun resistance increases with their strength, detesting light remains a tradition, especially for those of higher-ranking Blood race lineage.
A peculiar scene was set.
In the entire caravan, only the Blood Servants leading the horses were active. The potent forces of the vampires were effectively being managed by a group of humans. Among them was an odd one out, hiding in the back carriage earnestly studying a manual.
