"Haa... haa..."
The heavy breathing of Nikolai echoed as he sat with a torn jacket at the entrance to the eighth floor, his body riddled with wounds from the current floor monsters. Although he could easily crush them alone, on this floor, the monsters came in packs of six at the least.
'These damn werewolves...'
Unlike the werewolves outside the tower, even if he used his bloodline and tried to suppress or cause their morale to fade.
It didn't work.
'It's like they are protected from mental damage, or maybe the tower controls their mind?'
'Damn... I feel exhausted, and it's probably time to sleep.'
Fifteen hours had passed since he came to the tower, and only thirty remained before he needed to meet the person Alucard would send to meet him.
'It's times like this, and I wish my mother could respond here...'
"I should tend to my wounds first..."
