Virgil was bothered. He could tell Hell wasn’t a stupid man per se, but who would accept such a meeting with so little information at hand? Did he even know where the ancient mountains were? Questions rushed through his head.
Hell suddenly deciding to face an army by himself was, although worrying at first, it was an optimal way to stop any possible rebels from appearing amidst their ranks. Vampires instinctively bowed to strength. They respected it, but also feared it. And killing an army of thousands by himself was surely an overlord one did not wish to displease. Even he, himself, felt some fear deep within.
He could tell that even though the soldiers were celebrating their King’s victory, their hearts were churning with fear against him at the same time just the same.
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