Daliana and the remaining Golden Knights were under siege. Their space became increasingly confined.
Screams of agony echoed around them as missionaries and knights died one after another.
Terryn looked up to the sky. Her face distorted with immense pain when her tears streamed down.
"Hahaha! See? As long as I wish, nobody can leave here alive! For the next century, even two centuries, it'll be the vampire's era!" Laurent laughed aloud in mid-air. "Lady Terryn, I'll offer you a chance. I believe it'd be better for you to be my slave than lose your life, right?"
Two of the three Great Popes had died, leaving only one. He didn't intend to kill Terryn because he wanted to experience the excitement of enslaving a pope.
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