Chapter 38

What takes encouraging lineages centuries to evolve was savaged in a single week. The children they raise with love, murdered in an instant. What war devastates takes so very long to heal from. It shattered bones when all that was needed was a hand of friendship and kind words. Yet this was the land of never-love, never-hope. This was the land in which the frigid dispassion of the apex predator damages the prefrontal humanity, lessening the capacity for productivity and perspective-taking, enhancing the primitive "blood lust" mode. Only Henry and his children have seen it many times already.

He paused and looked at the woman intently, then after a while, he wanted to just leave. Henry did not win the battle, instead, he lost everyone, and even his humanity.

June took a deep breath. In fact, he was aware that these feral vampires were also searching for the so-called Fated One and the Scroll of Fate; however, this was only a tale and gossip amongst the vampire community, and for