C66 White King

"The blood's from the townspeople, isn't it?" Ye Fann ventured slowly. "Those fissures in the city's streets are designed to collect it, right?"

The King of Slaughter gave little away in his reaction, merely sizing up Ye Fann before giving a slow nod of acknowledgment.

Ye Fann found himself at a loss for words. The King of Slaughter's actions were baffling