A large magic circle lay in the middle of the room. Just like any other great spell of the vampires, it glowed with the color of crimson. Vibrantly. As if it has a life of its own. With the light seemingly beating as it dimmed ever so often before getting regulated again.
In the middle of this is none other than Kiel. The last of Ruther’s sons. A person who finally opened his eyes at that moment. Sighing as he laid his body down. Not even caring about the fact that his father was there staring at him.
“Did you take care of it?” Ruther asked.
“Yeah. The mess is cleaned up now.” Kiel said in rely. “That Lancelot fellow would be heading to where Cartha is. Although…are you sure that this is the right decision?”
“Of course it is.” Ruther said. “What is three lives compared to all the
