“My name is Myor Ambrose Mecassus… but why do you ask when you’re just going to kill me too?”
Wox narrowed his eyes slightly. “What are you talking about? Why would I kill you?”
“Aren’t you a werewolf? And we vampires are your natural enemy.”
Wox waved his hand dismissively. “Well, you’re not wrong. But that doesn’t matter to me. Besides, I’m not an original werewolf. And I don’t know why, but I have full control over my instincts now. But… shouldn’t the same apply to you?”
“I’m an Origin. And we Origins have superior blood to normal vampires. Not to mention, we are the noblest among noble vampires. So we are not driven by instinct or bloodlust.”
Just as Myor explained, an Origin was the highest rank among vampires. They were considered the noblest. Those born with this blood were naturally far stronger and more in control than any other vampire. They could walk in the sun freely and even see their reflection in mirrors. Those of the lowest rank would not even dare to cross paths with Origins, let alone look directly at them.
And now Wox had drunk the blood of an Origin.
He stroked his chin in realization. “I see… so that’s why I had more precise control in my werewolf form this time.”
“Most likely,” Myor replied. Then his gaze sharpened slightly. “But… did you drink my blood on purpose?”
Wox spoke casually without any hesitation. “Yeah. But I didn’t know about whatever that Origin you’re talking about. I’d heard that if a werewolf drinks even a single drop of vampire blood, they gain enormous strength… and the ability to transform without the full moon.” He shrugged lightly. “I didn’t think that much about it at first. But I heard it again recently, so I thought I’d give it a try.”
Myor went silent after hearing Wox and started thinking about something.
“Anyway…” Wox said, as he turned and started walking. “I should get going.”
“Wait… are you going to leave me like this?”
Wox stopped in his tracks and turned back to Myor. “What? Do you want me to free you?” he asked, pointing toward the seal binding him.
Myor shook his head slightly. “I don’t think you need to do anything about it now.”
“What do you mean?”
“The one who made this seal was Rip. Now that he’s dead, the seal will disappear too. See? It’s already starting to fade.”
***
The ancient symbols around Myor flickered once, then vanished completely. The moment the seal disappeared, Myor felt how much it had weakened him. He did not even have the strength to stand. Still, he kept his expression steady. Vampires did not need to eat or sleep like humans, but they still needed energy to live. The seal had drained him dry.
“Well then… now you’re free. I’m going.” Wox turned.
“W-wait!”
Wox stopped again, irritation creeping into his voice. “What do you want now?”
Myor hesitated. He tried to read Wox, but he could not quite tell what kind of person he was, who confidently barged into his mortal enemy’s domain on nothing more than a rumor.
First, Myor had not expected him to win against Rip. But what followed had completely destroyed his assumptions. He had not imagined that Rip would be overpowered and killed that brutally. Rip was not an easy target. He was one of the strongest thralls Kaerosh had. And this person had killed him easily.
When Myor had met Wox’s green gaze earlier, something told him that only this person could understand him and help him, even if he was a werewolf.
He took a long breath and gathered his thoughts before finally speaking.
“I want you to help me in getting my revenge.”
“What are you talking about?” Wox frowned, thrown off by the sudden request.
“I want to kill someone. Help me with that.”
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