After dealing wyvern blood to the local shipmates, Malus arrived at the dilapidated city of Vilnius, streets bustling both with people and rats amidst rampant diseases.
Vampire?
Market guards amassed before the heavily armoured Drow. Malus stared blankly, unphased by any stimuli.
Not enough, not enough. More blood calls,
the inner demon hissed.
There is never, ever enough.
“A Drow stands before you,” Malus remarked plainly.
* * *
Erik made a quizzical look. “I never said you had to fly. Regarding Geldas, he is old, and you cannot risk flight. The two of you sent off are vulnerable. It is safest if we all return together. We must prioritize those we can assuredly save without risking any more.
* * *
“Where can we find them?” Sakura asked.
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