When Lyle stepped out of Degonris, embarking upon the path to the vampire castle, that strange feeling within him gradually subsided. Lyle looked back to see those amethyst eyes, forever lingering behind the slowly closing gates. Degonris was like a savage, primitive cage that locked away ignorance and dullness. Its townspeople would be immersed in the panic born of their fear of vampires, for eternity.
The sensation was like a shackle, compelling Lyle to ponder incessantly, until a new vista dazzled his sight.
The ground was paved with evenly-laid stone bricks, and on either side of the road, bright red roses bloomed in a flamboyantly lush manner, as if nourished at home and yet as wild as if untamed. Especially after the oppressive atmosphere and pathological gaze endured in Degonris, the garish red brought about a mental purge.
Should one commend the elegance of vampires for such a wildly blossoming rose garden? Lyle could not help but admire.
