Chapitre 341: Gray Vale

The trees in Gray Vale were white from their roots to the tips of their leaves, but those that were fortunate enough to be planted close to the river had lush red leaves like the those in fall.

It was under this cover that Zagan approached the blood river and drank from it without being noticed. In the midst of drinking, he considered what a river full of Penelope Winter's blood would do to the creatures residing in Gray Vale. There was something intoxicating about just the scent of it, and he imagined it luring all of them in for a taste before each shriveled up into the dried corpse of themselves.

It was a satisfying thought. The vampires being toppled. Perhaps they were right to make him an outcast.