There was no sun in the Non-human Realm, nor was there a moon, yet the transition between light and darkness remained as punctual as the alternation of day and night.
Bazby had never seen a real moon. He was a vampire who had never left the Non-human Realm for the mortal world.
Therefore, he did not know what the moon truly looked like.
After hearing vampires who often traveled between the mortal world and the Non-human Realm describe the moon, Bazby had once yearned to see it.
He flew over the farm town and looked up at the dim sky... A night sky without Fanxing or a moon was like a sheet of black cloth.
At night in the Non-human Realm, without lamplight, there was only absolute darkness... There was no moonlight or starlight, but in contrast, even the faintest fire on the ground stood out sharply.
If there were enough of them, perhaps the earth would have its own river of stars... Who had said that again?
He lowered his head and silently surveyed the farm below. At the same time, the muscles in his back began to ripple slowly... A new pair of bat wings unfolded little by little, like flower buds.
The newborn wings quickly changed from fragile to tough. Then they beat hard—Bazby's body rose a little higher, before he turned and glided, tracing a beautiful arc as he landed on the farm... The killer had been found.
"Once this is over, should I take Mina to see the mortal world?"
He suddenly had that thought.
Meila and David had entered the Underground Sewer smoothly. Since its construction, no one knew what idea had prompted it—perhaps it was related to the Torredo Clan's innate pursuit of aesthetics—but the place was spacious and complicated... so