In the Abyss, deep in the vampire's nest, Alquete's appearance shocked all of the vampires. Who would have thought that Tim really could awake the ancestors? The enormous cave was filled with silence. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. For the vampires of lower ranks, Alquete's presence was like a god to them. Thousands of bats were hanging on the walls of the cave, and none of them dared to say anything.
Alquete looked at the exhausted Tim who was lying next to the magic matrix. Blood was no longer spurting from the wound on Tim's wrist. Although he was unconscious, the blood race's recovery ability was still faithfully repairing his body.
"Children." Alquete's hoarse voice echoed at the bottom of the cave. "Who wants to tell me what's wrong?"