In the Alfreda zones of the blood river, Achylls stood before the subordinate responsible for the successful transaction between the werewolf rogues and vampires regarding the girl with the healing blood.
"Sir, I am sorry. I know it's my fault for not seeing the transaction through, but the rogues we were in contact with are no more. According to the intel, they were massacred at Elder Prince's orders," The subordinate kneeled, his hands joined before his chest as he begged for mercy from his leader.
Achylls scoffed.
"Don't push your incompetence on the disappearance of those rogues. I clearly told you I am not looking for information anymore. I need that girl in our kingdom within this week. How dare you disrupt my plans?" Achylls raised his dagger and sliced the vampire subordinate's face, making an extended cut across his face.