Marco had actually managed to impress Draig with his knowledge and it was in no small part to the gift the little fatty had given him, it was a stack of journals. Far more than what he had sketched in the little bit of time he had been exploring the world.

Though this caused the Vampire to crack a smile it was the contents that wiped the look from his face as he admired the detailed sketch he was looking at, but this was followed by a detailed description of the effects of this item. Draig couldn't believe that the little fatty was capable of such artwork.

Thus Draig rewarded the little pest with a unique little pair of shoes that allowed him to fly around like a disgusting looking pixie.

Draig had now spent around a month in the Village and he was still doling out his special rings as he handed out cla.s.ses. As he did so Kira's standing among the Village had continued to rise, however there were those who were very much against it. Particularly the trade off of dropping their blood into the accursed Tome they saw Draig carry with him.

They were confident that it was some kind of weapon for the Vampire and had thus formed a group of those who had been given a cla.s.s by Draig, made obvious by the fact that they had all had the same black ring. While these wolves had been plotting Draig was in the middle of another meditation session as he tried unlock more of his Bloodline through the Branch family abilities.

His face was contorted to one of pain at the moment as he clenched his fists and grit his teeth, his hair was also looking a bit darker than previously.

'It's my thirst, I must quench it soon. Before this robs me of my birthright' thought Draig too focused upon his meditation to realize the large beasts that had surrounded his house.

"Alright are you all ready" whispered the instigator.

With a chorus of yes the other two silently entered the cottage. However on a nearby rooftop Kira could be seen watching everything, he could have stopped them from going in but he was interested in what the changes in Draig were doing and his suspicions were soon answered when Draig bleeding form was sent flying from his cottage.

Kira sniffed one time and he knew what had happened, before he could attempt to help a cold look was sent towards him by the changing Feratu. Draig lifted his broken form from the ground and paid no heed to his pride as he ran through the night attempting to escape his pursuers.

Luck was truly something the Feratu couldn't part with as he tripped and actually fell into a hole that was invisible to those unaware of it, Draig could hear them sniffing around for him causing him to curse mentally as his blood continued to leak from his wounds. However the strangest thing had happened, almost as if their noses had been rewired they shot off in a different direction.

Draig cursed more as he looked at his mangled chest, he soon pa.s.sed out leaving no sign of the Feratu in the world.

Far away from the young Vampire a certain Demon Slayer was hacking through the Beast lands in search of a lead on the Feratu.

"Sylvie can we please take a break" cried Winter, her Mana was drained and she had long since expended her stamina.

"Winter can rest, Sylvie will go ahead" answered the blank faced girl as her seemed to burn with a will few could match.

However they weren't the only one's on the move, in that Dark fortress tucked away in the mountains Kraus shot up from his bed as he looked at the ring that seemed to pull him towards the Beast Lands.

'So that's where you've been hiding' thought Kraus as he strode through revealing the hulking ma.s.s that was his body. Turned grey, his skin was like an armor of its own however he still placed the large dark armor over his body.

He called for his knights to get into formation and by the time he had made it to the front gates they were already mounted on their horses however looking at Kraus's large figure they wondered if there was a horse that could carry this giant of a man.

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A high pitched whistle pierced their eardrums before the sounds of the Earth cracking arose as the ground split revealing a monster of a horse.

"We march" shouted Kraus not giving his men anytime to recover from their shock as the sounds of hooves beating the earth boomed like thunder in the mountains.

'Soon I'll have you in my grasp MONSTER' thought Kraus his eyes displaying the early signs of madness.