The interior of the hut was fairly simple with only a table, a chair, and Nighteye gazing at the muzzle of Shattered Moment. The Throne of Blood almost trembled slightly as he arrived in her presence, a shock born from the bottom of his heart.

Nighteye opened her red eyes and stared at the enemy. “You know me. We’re both scions of the ancient vampire race, why do you want to kill me?”

The Throne of Blood remained silent for a while. “How shocking, you actually inherited that person’s appearance as well. As a descendant of the holy vampire race, please accept my utmost respect. Unfortunately, though, you’ll be the most intricate piece of art to be destroyed by Shattered Moment. That’s because the humans do not wish to see you return to Twilight Continent.”

“Humans…” Nighteye’s pupils gradually transformed into a deep splendor of soul-shaking red. She looked up at the Throne of Blood, saying, “Why would you work for humans?”

The Throne of Blood smiled. “I thought you’d ask why the humans are so intent on stopping your return, the cost of my help isn’t low. There are two heavenly monarchs in the void here to intercept you.”

Nighteye followed the topic. “Oh, why is that?”

The Throne of Blood laughed. “You want to know? But I don’t want to tell you! Hahaha, it’s time to send you back...