Even if he was hiding in the corner enshrouded by darkness, Apollyon, who still felt like he was standing out like a sore thumb as he covered his broad shoulders with the bloody blankets he brought, ripped a part of the velvet cloth to wrap around his unclothed waist.
From his vantage point, the flat snowy landscape with a few scattered trees near the barriers was barren as before.
It appeared like buried corpses would claw out from the snow-covered ground and crawl towards the Vampire Castle anytime soon.
To Apollyon, the Vampire Realm, his own Kingdom, was unrecognizable.
It was plainer and more desolate than it should have been as if it had experienced some kind of a catastrophe from years before and he still couldn't determine the exact cause.
The unsolvable mystery caused a ball of dread to drop at the pit of his stomach.
In his mind, Apollyon felt like he was falling and there was no one to catch him.