"Oh, I remember those people."
The Regent King asked back, "Speaking of which, are they still locked in the dungeon?"
"Of course, they've completely lost their minds. To satisfy their inner bloodlust, they even attacked us, their fellow Night Race," Trick's memory of that hateful period remained sharp as a blade, "It's hard to imagine that even pure-blood Night Race could be twisted into such a form."
Trick raised his slightly trembling hand, "It was during that bloodthirsty dark era that my sanity was also twisted into this form by Bloodthirsty Syndrome."
During the long era without blood, some of the Night Race were completely twisted by Bloodthirsty Syndrome, turning into mad bloodthirsty monsters, sealed in the dungeon by the other Night Race, while the remaining Night Race struggled to endure their thirst for blood.
After prolonged torment, almost all Night Race members contracted some incurable strange disease, stripped of a piece of sane mind, never to recover.
