As soon as they reached the area where the red mist spread, Roland saw that it resembled a concentration camp filled with people.
It was a disastrous scene he wished he had not witnessed, but at least he was here now.
He only hoped Stella and the others could endure the sight of such atrocities committed against humans.
With rage burning inside him, Roland advanced toward the camp. The tall building before them swarmed with vampires of every kind, from fledglings to full-grown fiends and likely a few high-ranking leaders.
"I don't think I can keep my cover here, Lucien. Let's end this quickly. I'll draw their attention, which should make it safer for the other groups to invade more steadily," he said.
Behind him, Lucien stared at the broken bodies of humans and demons scattered across the floor.
Some were starved, others were being fed upon, and many lay motionless, waiting for death.
The prince of this nation felt a deep shame.
He had done nothing for these people.
