The vampire monster's face beneath its hood shifted uncertainly in the shadows. The cultists were also waiting for its answer. But it suddenly raised its head, removed the hood of its robe, and revealed a large bald head and a face covered in scars:
"You created me, but I was not born because of you."
The cultists beneath the moon frowned at it:
"You wish to defy your Creator?"
"You who call yourselves Creators understand reverence even less than I do."
As soon as it spoke, Blood Mist erupted behind it and formed the shape of dragon wings, carrying it straight into the sky. The Cultist whose face was covered in black dragon scales stood on the beach and watched it fly higher and higher. Then he took out a strange bone whistle shaped like a finger and put it in his mouth:
Bzzzz~
The whistle was not shrill, but exceptionally deep. It sounded merely strange to Shade, yet it made the airborne monster scream and crash heavily back to the ground.
The sound of the waves somewhat suppressed the whistle. Things were becoming more and more interesting.
"Why not think carefully? Since we created you, did you think we never considered that you might rebel against us?"
The Cultist with black dragon scales all over his face asked with a smile. Yet even as he spoke, the whistle remained in his mouth, and he did not relax in the slightest:
"I admit, it was quite unexpected that you escaped through that prostitute's body while that damned Blake took her people off to have some fun. But this is fine too. It is far better for you to learn to grow and fight on your own than to remain in that filthy sewer laboratory."
He took a deep breath and