War Begins

As they looked at the man by the blood pool, his face etched with hardship and exhaustion, and at his torso, too terrible to bear looking at, Selena and Eriel—the two subordinates most enraged by Thrak Grevis's betrayal—gradually lost the disappointment and anger in their eyes. They gazed at Grevis sorrowfully, unspeakable emotions brewing within them.

There was no doubt that this man had committed grave wrongs.

He had sheltered the evil resurrection scheme of a group of dark creatures who should have been sent to the gallows. Over the years, he had helped them smuggle goods, hunt magical creatures, and had even committed the grave crime of murder to obtain the fang in Amosta's possession. Under American wizarding law, he would undoubtedly be sentenced to death.

But they could not truly blame him for doing so.

As he pursued righteous dreams and upheld justice, he had been struck by an evil curse. That curse had destroyed his dreams and his family's expectations of him. In a sense, he had merely wanted to survive.

Sirius looked at this man, who should have had absolutely nothing to do with his life, his expression complicated.

"Weren't you worried? Didn't you consider it?"

Sirius narrowed his gray eyes and covertly glanced at the vampires they had tracked tonight. From Grevis's account, he knew they were not united as one.

"What if these vampires are just using you? Perhaps they only want to resurrect their ancestor?"

Not only Morgans, but all the vampires surrounding them changed expression at Sirius's words. Their gazes toward him filled with killing intent.

Morgans's lips moved as he anxiously tried to explain something to Grevis, but Grevis raised a hand and cut him off.

"I interrogated the vampire leader I captured back then with magic and Veritaserum. I am