"My lord is leaving again?" A military man ran through the gate of the great castle of Amargues Thunder. Seeing his lord who stopped at the gate he quickly knelt down directing his gaze.
"My lord..."
"Atlas no longer matters, I will go to the battlefield and stay in front. I will make my vampires romp little by little" said the blond haired h8mber with light white streaks in his hair his face was sharp and handsome, like any other vampire.
His red eyes looked tired even in the moonlight that pierced the fog. That exhausted, unmotivated look. It was the look of a man who had already lost hope of fulfilling his dream.
He wanted more land, to go further, maybe even to reach the sea...
"I'm tired..." He couldn't help but whisper.
"Understood sir" replied his soldier who was trembling helplessly before his master.
We also feel tired, but more than tired we feel disappointed for not being able to help you'.
