The City of Phenos. Underground.
"The time has come for us, my children. The two years had ended and our preparation just for this day was now complete. We are to cause chaos and convert as much as humans as possible into our own! You are free to drink blood as long as you don't kill them. They will also become my children and your kin soon, after all."
The leader of the laughing blood. Michael. Stood up from his throne with an indifferent face. His body exudes a terrifying, thick blood mist that spreads everywhere.
Delivered through eyes as clear as spring but tinged with a mesmerizing red conveyed a sense of predatory focus. Hooded and almond-shaped, these eyes, paired with a positively tilted canthal structure and eyebrows, resembled those of a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.