"Fall."
Valentina's quiet voice echoed inside the mansion, and in the next instant—
"SOMEBODY—AAAAAAHHH—!!!"
"IT HURTS—!!!"
"AAAAAAGHHHH—!!!"
"GAAAAAAAHHH—!!!"
"NNNGAAAAAAHH—!!!"
"STOP—STOP—PLEASE—!!!"
Screams of agony erupted from every corner of the Sinclair domain.
Even the vampires, those who had grown somewhat accustomed to pain after living for centuries, couldn't help but thrash wildly as countless blades tore through their bodies.
Every kind of weapon imaginable descended upon them, piercing their flesh and slicing through their limbs. Some were impaled to the ground, while others were torn apart by the relentless assault, their regenerative abilities struggling to keep up with the damage.
But the physical pain wasn't even the worst part… no, it was the fear.
The sudden, overwhelming, and uncontrollable terror that seized their minds, robbing them of their ability to think rationally.
They wanted to escape, to run, to hide… but their bodies refused to obey.
