Meila walked quickly along the town's streets, with a very clear goal... The black flames burning on her cheeks flickered brightly and dimly, as if reminding her of something.
Her pace involuntarily slowed as her cold eyes studied several vampires patrolling at night.
They should not have been members of the Patrol Team, but vampires from the farm's supervisory group—their main job was preventing the Crops from secretly moving around at night.
A feeling of hunger welled up... Meila felt as if a pair of enormous hands were controlling her body from behind, making her walk toward the vampires.
The black flames granted her tremendous power... but this power could not last long.
They were more like a special weapon... and her targets of revenge—the vampires—were the weapon's source of energy. She had to continuously burn vampires with the black flames and devour their souls before she could replenish the energy required to use the flames.
Aside from that, she could not use the flames to devour other souls... It was an extremely strict restriction.
Yet precisely because the restriction was so powerful, the flames' might could become equally formidable—giving her, an ordinary descendant of the Ancient Race, the ability to easily annihilate vampires.
She approached like a phantom... When the black flames suddenly ignited behind them, they had not even had time to react.
They did not even get the chance to speak... All that remained was a pile of ashes.
As if she had eaten her fill, the black flames on Meila's cheeks once again burned steadily, radiating a hazy gray light.
Power filled her entire body once more. Without the slightest hesitation, Meila reached the first destination of her journey at top speed—the place where her companions were imprisoned.
Low, seemingly painful voices kept drifting over...