The face of the vampire monster hidden under the hood was obscure, and the cultist was waiting for its answer. But suddenly it looked up, took off the hood of the robe, revealing the bald head and the scar-covered face:
"You created me, but I wasn't born because of you."
The cultist under the moon frowned at it:
"Do you want to rebel against your creator?"
"You who claim to be creators are even less respectful than me."
As the words fell, the blood mist erupted behind it, forming the shape of dragon wings, and it flew directly into the sky. The cultist with a face covered in black dragon scales stood on the beach watching the other soar higher, then took out a strange-looking bone whistle shaped like a finger and put it in his mouth:
Buzz~
The whistle's sound wasn't sharp, but rather very deep. To Shard, it was just a strange sound, but it caused the monster flying in the sky to scream and fall heavily back to the ground.
