Daniil sat cross-legged on his bed, immersed in the reassuring darkness of his bedroom, contemplating the remains of his dagger, religiously placed on the quilted wool blanket. A faint glow emanated from the stone inlaid in the pommel, always with these strange variations of colour which appeared since the calamitous ceremony in the mine. The vampire hunter didn’t know what the significance of this phenomenon was, but he felt a cold rage at the idea of knowing that the Insubmissive, abandoned in his flight, was now enjoying superior physical abilities without being able to take advantage of them. This wonderfully perfect plan, intended to satisfy his excessive ambition, now totally eluded him. Powerless, he only had this piece of the relic as the sole witness to this fiasco. Thoughtful, Da
