Ever since he gained spiritual power, Suming found himself a bit scatterbrained, seeing animals and wondering if they could turn into monsters. Could a python someday become a dragon? Would a cow turn into a qilin someday... Oh, there was even an Asian qilin being raised at home right now.
Looking up at the sky, he thought it uncertain whether tonight's moon would be full, then slapped his forehead in realization. Vampires aren't werewolves; transforming had nothing to do with the presence or phase of the moon, and besides, the moonlight couldn't really penetrate this dense forest. After waiting a while, the bats hadn't transformed. They dangled from the trees, like fruit laden on the branches, their little red eyes waiting for Suming's command.
"Seems like I was overthinking it and gave myself a scare. I'll settle the score with you lot later."
Suming frowned as he gazed at the several dead bodies on the ground.
