The dark basement.
Karlo still cursed at the former colleague before him with some resentment.
"A hollow Knight title, a Vampire identity that sucks from others... was it worth betraying all of us, leading everyone to their deaths?"
Karlo's voice was fraught with deep exhaustion and bewilderment.
Clearly, these so-called noble Lords were at the end of their rope, so why would there be idiots with him that would turn coat?
The promises they made were so hollow and powerless, just a Knight Lord after all.
Didn't they personally kill one just last week?
Those high and mighty Lords, facing their current force, facing being besieged by their numbers.
Utterly powerless.
No longer able to wield sword and blade over their heads with arrogance and authority, why betray for the sake of such an identity?
Karlo couldn't comprehend.
