"Sinbadon, stop."
Just as the newly-promoted Vampire Count could no longer hold back and prepared to make a move against Eric, a grim voice stopped him.
Sinbadon looked back. It was the veteran Vampire Count, Modofi.
"Why are you stopping me?"
Sinbadon asked with dissatisfaction, a crimson glint flashing in his eyes.
"This is the perfect opportunity. Letting me go deal with that Ninth Level Elf Clan member would be a good thing, wouldn't it?"
"Why are you getting in my way?"
A dangerous look entered Sinbadon's eyes.
"Foolish!"
The veteran Vampire Count Modofi suddenly appeared by his side, his voice low and raspy.
"The enemy has only sent down a single member of their Heroic Clan. They clearly see the battle is not in their favor and want to lure us onto the field prematurely!"
"If we really take the field, wouldn't we be falling right into their trap?"
"Don't forget, that mysterious expert on their side who once fought the Progenitor hasn't even made a move yet!"
