Chapitre 284: 281. Incoming war

In a dense forest filled with flourishing trees, a man in a black cloak appeared amidst the trees.

Barn looked around with a tranquil gaze, then pulled out the small vial of blood he had gotten from Dexter.

'At least with this, I'll finally be able to match up to that witch and claim the Orb of Avarice when it appears,' he thought to himself before downing the blood in one gulp.

[You have become a failed one.]

[Drink blood in the next 24 hours or die.]

'Ah... I thought I would have to kill myself first before the vampire factor would apply,' he thought as he stroked his beard.

He couldn't help but think Dexter's blood was somehow special.

'Now that I think about it, the only ones able to produce vampires hailed from original bloodlines, but where could he have gotten his bloodline from?' He thought hard about the histories of vampires but couldn't find anything like that in his memory.