Victor told himself he shouldn't go. But he went anyway.
He didn't accept her when he had the chance. And now when she was far away from his grasp, he yearned for her.
Humanity is a fickle thing. They only want what is no longer belonged to them.
He dressed himself up. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. The results of all those nights he kept himself awake. One more potion. One more patient. That was what he kept telling himself.
Did he do the right thing? It was hard to say. Even Frankenstein didn't know. He thought that by saving as many people as possible, he would be satisfied.
That was the right thing to do.
And now, after the death of the necromancers and the rule of the vampires, Black Blood had been pushed back.
The vampires did not want Black Blood to exist. They wanted humans to have a healthy body and clean blood so they could feast upon them.
Black Blood prevented all of that.
Soon, humanity would have to face its newest enemy. The vampire.
