Chapter 35: Three Months
The blood moon was drifting in the grim sky, a minute away from arriving in the middle. At this moment, the blood moon terrified the beasts, even monsters concealed themselves more in the dark, with the help of the gargantuan trees and colossal stones and leaves. However, there was a monster active more outside of Vladislaus’ burg.
Thralls, mindless low-level failed-turned vampires with limited intelligence and abilities, was roaming around outside the burg for unknown reason. Their dwarf head, malformed face with its razor-sharp yellow teeth that could terrorize beasts and monsters, was turning crimson. Even its already reddened eyes were turning bloody. It was the sign of berserk, usually happens when the blood moon was about to become bloody crimson and enlarged thrice of its size.
At this point, the already limited intelligence, was beginning to decline more, but its instinct intensified, too. Its elongated, dark, bony ears suddenly twitched, perceiving a noise almost impossible to hear. The Thrall suddenly turned its head and stared at the shadow of the gargantuan tree. However, despite squinting, it could not spot an anomaly behind the shadow.
It did not even suspect that a single human-size leaf swayed in the opposite direction when a breeze smacked towards them.
Swoosh!
The thrall perceived something went past it, but it only discerned it was a gentle breeze. Yet, it was by no means gentle when its instinct was screaming louder than before. It suddenly echoed a reverberating roar that shook even the crown of trees, seemingly almost reaching the skies.
A blood spurted on its cheeks, causing it to be enraged more. It knew it was attacked, something so daring and swift. It instantly lost its reasoning as it appeared to be mindlessly swinging its claws in every direction. However, everywhere the claws brandished, there were clanging noises and sparks revealing endlessly, showcasing that despite almost losing its intelligence, it could heavily rely more on its instinct.
Nevertheless, despite successfully blocking some of the strangers’ attacks, wounds kept appearing on the body of the Thrall, and each wound appeared wider than the previous. The thrall understood its perilous circumstances, so it roared once more in an attempt to stun the enemy and finally strike back. After all, if it would not, after discerning the wound bizarrely wouldn’t heal despite its regenerative abilities, its death was certain.
It roared for three seconds and silence ensued. It was certain that whoever attacked it had been stunned by its roar. However, it was mistaken, as another lacerated wound, deeper and wider than before, appeared on its neck. If it was not because it moved by instinct, preventing an inch more deep wound to end its life, it would have long fallen to the floor and stopped breathing.