“Keugh!” Master Helmond clenched his teeth.

- Kneel.

Eugene’s voice was calm and monotone. Master Helmond could have expressed appreciation for the voice if he had heard it somewhere else and in a different situation. But now, the voice resonated inside his head and crushed his soul. Words were power—was it really a coincidence that the words he had heard from an unknown wizard he met by chance suddenly came to his mind? Master Helmond tried to resist with all his strength when he felt his knees buckle.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh…”

Samit and Todor slowly collapsed while groaning on the left and right sides of Master Helmond. Unlike Helmond, who was enduring with all his might, the two vampire masters had resigned themselves to the command contained in the Power of Word.

“Hooh?”

Eugene was slightly surprised. He had spoken while lacing his voice with the Fear of the Origin. It would have caused overwhelming pressure for other races, but act as an absolute order for any vampires. Even so, the vampire in the black armor was resisting. Eugene knew from Rivoles that the man in question was the monarch of the Helmond Clan. He stared at the man...