Casinar lay like a lamb to the slaughter, placed at the ritual's center.
He lifted his eyes, looking at the vampire traitor standing on the other side of the ritual, and asked, "What is this ritual?"
Before Little Pig could answer, the Yellow-covered Book eagerly explained how soon his blood essence would be forcibly extracted from his body, and then he would die in extreme pain.
It was looking forward to savoring the sweet emotion of fear from this vampire.
However, in the deep-set eye sockets of Casinar, there was only a flash of comprehension.
For several consecutive months, he was hung at the gate, not only exposed to the sun but also displayed like an exhibit, criticized by those tribesmen who used to find even one more glance too filthy. This humiliation was no less than the torture of sun exposure for a self-proclaimed noble vampire marquis.
Casinar's body and mind were already exhausted, desiring only death.
