"Those foolish ones, thinking there's hope for survival by staying there? Idiots! A siege of over forty people! I didn't see others, just those around me had at least the aura of a Count, meaning we're being besieged by a group of Level 7 abilities users. The longer it drags on under such circumstances, the worse the outcome will be." Marco, with his body refined, took a bottle of Blood Essence from his Storage Necklace and drank it down.
"How could there be so many people besieging us? We're just a small team scattered outside!" Another newly formed member of the Blood Race complained.
With a crisp "snap," Marco casually threw the empty bottle aside, shattering it, and snorted coldly, "Instead of worrying about this, think about how they found our hideout! Damn it! We've been cautious enough without activating any previous strongholds, yet they still found us."
