Chapter 29
Vastro was not even able to look at or properly process his very first quest. Instead, he lost himself in the sensation of feeding on his mother's milk for the first time.
It was too good. Almost unreal.
He could feel the warmth. The safety. The love flowing from his human mother through the milk itself. It wrapped around him, gentle and overwhelming, and before he realized it, his consciousness slipped away and he fell asleep.
Vastro found himself standing on a massive execution ground.
His hands and legs were bound. His body was forced to kneel while rows of archers raised their bows, arrows glinting coldly under a dark sky. He lifted his gaze and surveyed the crowd.
They were cheering.
Their voices roared in unison, filled with hatred and relief.
"Finally, our world will be purged of the cursed tyrant." "The hell-being that descended upon us will fall."
The chief executioner stepped forward, his voice loud and cruel.
"Any last words, Dravenheart?"
