Lola Shaffer was like a squashed tomato—it's hard to imagine that so much blood could be squeezed out from his standard, or perhaps slightly thin, physique. Blood soaked Beatrice's cheeks, dyeing her a bloody hue, every inch of her skin, each strand of her hair stained scarlet. After Lola Shaffer's death, those vampire nobles didn't descend into chaos; instead, they flew into a frenzy, like an abstract tide of blood surging towards Beatrice.
Beatrice picked up the Blood Droplet Stone that emitted a red glow, its surface as smooth as new under the sticky blood covering it.
"Indeed, another Blood Divine Artifact."
Beatrice held the Blood Droplet Stone in her palm, facing the monstrous flood that surged towards her. On her chest, the red light from the Blood Droplet Stone turned scorching hot, its brilliance as blinding as the sun.
"I really do like the vampire race the best..."
The tide of vampire nobles swallowed Beatrice, followed by the dense, insect-like gnawing sounds.
