There it was: the vampire dungeon—looming, silent, waiting.
Allen, who had barely seen anything the first time Lilitu brought him here, now stood alone in front of it. He had walked silently, yet desperately, all the way from the Water Healing Clan's territory, leaving not a single trace of his departure. Under the dim light of the moon, only the cold wind embraced each step he took. His mind resisted, but his heart… was desperate.
Allen's thoughts flashed back to the ranking tiers his system had explained to him just a day ago. The memory sent a shiver through his spine. He had only just become a High Human, and yet here he was—standing before the den of a god, a being three ranks above him.
He knew how suicidal this was. But something—or maybe someone—kept pushing him forward.
