"That's all for now," Theos ordered.
The guards stopped the massacre. Their fists and suits were soaked in blood, as did the floor which looked like a sea of fresh blood.
The surviving vampires breathed a sigh of relief. They fixed their attention on the ground, staring at all their family, friends, and allies with disfigured faces and bodies.
Many of them were dead, with no chance of them being alive. Some, despite being severely wounded, still possessed a slim hope of being left alive. And a minority were considerably well off compared to their other colleagues.
"They did well," Theos complimented.
His hands held the hair of an emaciated Ezreal and his eyes dull, he might not be dead, but psychologically he is rotten... Without even having the will to live.
"Did you watch all that? What did you think?" the black-haired man asked with interest, turning to Ezreal.
