Every time I took a step, bloody paint left traces.
The splattered blood and flesh created a bizarre harmony on the once pure white walls. The unpleasant metallic scent of blood poked and prodded at my nose, whispering to me.
To stop now.
I wanted to stop as well.
But what could I do?
The monsters endlessly charging at me had eyes bloodshot to their limits. Thick moisture could be felt in their reddened, heated breaths.
It wasn’t the sort of thing women should be doing.
Rather, it was behavior closer to demonic beasts.
“My, smell… Smeeeellll!”
The woman who screamed like that had her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites.
The vampire’s kin, crawling like a four-legged beast, suddenly leaped up. It was a springy jump reminiscent of a feline predator, but it was far from enough to overpower a warrior who had reached high expert level.
The result was obvious.
Thwack, the sword hilt struck the woman’s temple.
The blunt end of the handle served as an excellent substitute for a blunt weapon. White teeth flew through the air, prophesying the future of the struck woman.
The kin’s body collapsed with a thud and trembled, then finally fainted.
Seeing that sight, I clicked my…