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“William, I’m coming to you,” the young man’s voice trembled. The portal opened, Tristan stepped forward, and fell into pitch darkness.

Norfvuld, Zhedan

- Let me go, please! – William shouted, breathing heavily and pressing himself against the cold floor of the prison cell. There were wounds inflicted by the whip on his back.

- What, you’re unfamiliar with such a toy, evil spirits? – a mocking male voice rang out over the brunette. “We call him the “soul knocker.” Fun name, isn't it? And he completely justifies himself... - with these words, the speaker sharply lowered a strange-looking whip with a jagged silver-blue tip and lashed it on the back of the young man sprawled on the floor.

William screamed in unbearable pain. The agony eclipsed everything that the brunette had to feel before. It was clear that this weapon was created to fight vampires. But William could not understand what exactly they wanted from him. Why is he being tortured? Death seemed like sweet oblivion compared to