"Eek..."
The sealed palace doors slowly opened, and a gentle breeze swept away the room's slightly foul, charred stench.
Good. No one noticed me.
Get out! As long as I could escape and find a new host body, I would have a chance to start over!
In an unnoticed dark corner, a drop of dark-red blood quietly slid toward the door, increasingly excited emotions surging through the twisted soul.
Just wait. One day, one day, I, Darnic, would...
"Found you..."
Just as the dark-red droplet was about to slip through the gap in the doorframe and into the corridor, an amused whisper came from behind, like Whispers of the Demon.
Not good!
The blood droplet trembled violently, instantly writhing and changing shape into a bat with blood-red eyes. It frantically beat its wings and fled toward the doorway with lightning speed.
"Why are you running?"
Yet with that teasing murmur, a pale hand grasped the blood-colored bat by the nape and lifted it smilingly before its owner's eyes.
Monster! This monster!
Facing the man before it, the bat's entire body shook violently. An unprecedented terror welled up within it, and the instinct ingrained in every living creature made it tremble and curl up without cease.
"So this was why vampires were so difficult to kill. They split and regenerated through blood? Interesting..."
Samael looked at the blood-colored bat displaying human-like expressions, appearing to come to a realization.
It had to be said that Darnic truly deserved to be called a century-old fox who had lived long and seen much. His sense of danger surpassed even Vlad III's.
Thus, the Thousand Tree patriarch had sensed something wrong the moment he entered the hall. Without hesitation, he separated from The Impaler's main body and used his blood to flee with part of