Despite the septic environment, vampiric fashion had some prevalence in scenery, a touch of elegance amid miasma.
Chained behind bars, bloodletted until pale, the imprisoned sagged, drained for oaken containment.
Vyrl.
The unblinking, glassy gaze of Malus focused on the new speaker.
“Yes,” Malus replied, “a lengthy journey indeed. I was postponed by young wyverns on one occasion... A shame I had to trade their harvested blood for my personal access across waters. I was growing interested in heavier tastes, but fate spoke otherwise.” He gestured to Scarlet. “Not sure if he remembers, but could you show him the way to the eldest vampire here? I believe he has something special in mind.”
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