The light of dawn fell on the gray and white canopies of the night market, and the pale-faced vampires yawned, closing their stalls.
As for the flesh workshops that make skeletons and zombies, they too are now closing down.
With thick, light-blocking hooded cloaks, these low-level vampires, reeking of blood, lowered their heads and headed home.
Meanwhile, the human shops or breakfast stands at Black Tower Port were just opening, calling out to the vampires heading home.
"Blood tofu, the best blood tofu!"
"Pure human blood sausages, not a trace of pig blood!"
"New shipment of three human slaves, not like those ogre-sold beasts, these can talk!"
Golden light touches down, as if scattered gold rolls on the ground.
Walking in the dawn light, some vampires paused to buy a hearty meal, while others walked home without stopping.
But when they looked at those selling, there was always a trace of disdain and resentment in their eyes.
