The act of absorbing blood wasn’t inherently a means of survival. The vampires who coveted the blood of other species to live were just defective products. The proof was that Braham’s actions weren’t disrupted despite not partaking in the absorption of blood. He regained the power of a direct descendant and became a vampire again, but he didn’t covet the blood of other species. It was because there was no need for it. 

“Not bad.” 

The blood wiped away by slender fingers—the dark red blood that poured from the sky happened to be Hayate’s blood. It implied that the Dragon Slayer, the last bastion of humanity, was struggling. However, no one knew it. They couldn’t properly watch the battle between Hayate and Bunhelier. 

There were some people who even saw it as a game of go. They perceived the polluted sky as a scene of the black and white stones trying to surround each other. It was because their movement was so fast that the figures could only be distinguished by color. 

Bunhelier was black, while Hayate was a silver that resembled white. The series of processes where the colors chasing each other formed lines and dots, repeatedly uniting and spreading out, seemed like the process of creating constellations. At first...