The trees bent beneath the gale.
Amid swirling dead grass, an enormous body blotted out the bright moonlight.
A shadow fell overhead, engulfing the Death Poetry Society member, Freeman, and Amuel.
Instinctively, all three looked up.
Then, in the next instant-
Their pupils contracted sharply.
A bat!
A bat of unimaginable size!
The Death Poetry Society member had remained composed throughout, but once he saw those enormous wings, his gaze sweeping over the razor-sharp hooked claws and sturdy armor of bone, he could no longer keep his calm. His eyes widened involuntarily, and an uncontrollable shout escaped his mouth-
"Blood Bat!"
As he cried out, the Death Poetry Society member's face darkened.
He had spotted the Blood Scion on the Blood Bat's back.
The Blood Scion, whom he had met once before without any pleasant exchange, stood on the Blood Bat's back and stared coldly at him.
And at that moment, the cry of "Father, save me!" still echoed in his ears.
The gale sweeping across his face felt like a slap.
It left the Death Poetry Society member's cheeks burning.
But what concerned him even more was the Blood Bat itself-back then, they had gathered a massive force and killed all four Blood Bats regardless of the losses. Why had another one appeared here?
The Death Poetry Society member frowned.
Meanwhile, opposite him-
Thud!
Amuel dropped straight to her knees with Freeman cradled in her arms.
The woman from Talin spoke without hesitation.
"The Mystic Art, Bloodfire, was one of the payments Talin received after helping Baron Novia treat the lepers in his territory. Apart from Talin's own research into it, it was never shared with outsiders.
"And from the moment I first saw you, I felt admiration from the bottom of my heart. I hope you will give