"May the Holy Blood guide your way, Henrik."
The final blessing spoken had already turned unclear due to the beastly transformation of his throat bones.
After standing alone, Henrik quickly broke through the crowd and dashed down the stone bridge.
Behind him, a piercing and deafening wail surged the airwaves, spreading outward.
Compared to this roar, even the roar of patients transformed to the point of going on all fours was as feeble as a gentle breeze.
Henrik knew that it was the sound of an old friend, ultimately transforming from human to beast.
The nature of the beast shattered the shackles of humanity, appearing in this world.
Henrik couldn't imagine that such a roar could emanate from what was once a human body.
What exactly lurks in the human body...?
Most Hunters are decisive, and Henrik, after leaving the chaos behind, immediately pulled out a vial for blood therapy from the inside pocket of his tawny coat and injected it into his thigh.
