บท 162: Child of Roth

Frightened was an understatement. The scrawny vampire was terrified when the three extremely powerful figures got closer to his location. Vampires didn't have beating hearts but if they did, his would have popped out of its ribcage and rolled in the floor in spasms.

He could hear their voices now. One belonged to an old man, one to a young man and one to a child. The vampire didn't know who was who, he only knew that his best option was to pretend to still be asleep. Whatever they had planned for him was definitely bad news. Slave owners were sometimes worse than slave traders, he didn't want to find out the truth.