The Hunter Behind the Hunt

No one spoke. Vampires and Aurors alike watched Thrak Grevis act on his own in silence, because what was happening before them had already surpassed the limits of their understanding.

They simply could not understand why Grevis had killed Morgans, nor could they understand what kind of spell he was now casting—one that even Vampires, creatures of darkness themselves, sincerely considered incomparably evil.

That glowing white orb... What had Grevis done to the ancestor of this Vampire clan?

But one thing was obvious: this was neither a pang of conscience from Grevis nor a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was something he had planned long ago.

An invisible sense of impending catastrophe tormented Sirius's keen nerves. At last, he could endure it no longer. Even he, who had weathered countless storms, could not keep his voice from trembling.

"What exactly did you do?"

Grevis knelt on the ground, his ragged breathing like the wheeze of a bellows. His gray-white hair was completely soaked with sweat, hanging limply over his eyes.

"You—"

Sirius was about to question him further when—

Buzz!

A powerful wave surged outward from the blood pool in every direction. Every living being swept by the faintly crimson ripple, Vampire or Auror alike, changed color at once!

One after another, the beings in the hall fell to their knees. Not only the Vampires, but also the Aurors, including Sirius—

A fierce gleam flashed through Sirius's gray eyes. He gritted his teeth and tried to force himself upright, but his body no longer obeyed his will. Another force had completely seized and paralyzed it: blood!

The blood within every person's body had taken control of them, submitting to the resurrected Blood Monarch!

Splash—

The sound of rippling water arose in everyone's ears. It was like the ebb and flow of the