Blood City.
Previously known as the Safro Royal Capital.
Within that gloomy place, inside the towering castle.
Prince Walter looked at his father on the balcony.
The King of the Blood Race stared into the night sky, watching the swarm of bats fluttering in the darkened sky.
"Father... you should know, right?" Walter asked.
The King of the Blood Race didn't even turn his head, only asked, "Oh? What are you talking about?" His voice was flat, as if devoid of any emotion.
"Those beings from beyond the world, those strange and powerful entities," Walter said, referring, of course, to what the masses called the "Evil Gods."
At this moment, he could no longer hold back and had to ask his father.
"Oh, you mean them, what's the matter?" He seemed not at all surprised and even didn't think there was any point in asking about it.
Facing his father's indifferent attitude, Wolft rarely frowned.
His voice became solemn and grave.
"They are, however, the enemies of the world."
