Clearly, that was out of the question.
So, what should our strategy be?
After pondering for a while, my attention returned to Enzo.
Gathering more intelligence was crucial for us to make informed decisions.
Since Enzo was among the first vampires to visit our realm, his insights were crucial for us to find a ray of hope.
I quietly amplified my witch power and continued to ask, âEnzo, can you describe the world you came from? What kinds of beings and forces exist there?â
True to his nature, Enzo replied with disdain, âThe world I hail from is far superior to yours.
You, a mere half-blood witch, are unworthy of such knowledge!â
He gave a derisive smirk.
I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms, observing him with interest.
Predictably, after a few seconds, Enzoâs expression changed.
The influence of mind control seemed to exacerbate his malice and arrogance, leading him to revise his earlier statement.
âHowever, given your minimal power, the knowledge will hardly enable you to cause any disruption.
Out of pity, I will enlighten you.
â
He addressed us as though he were a teacher.
âIn our world, vampires and pure-blooded witches reign, each dominating their own territories.
Werewolves and mixed-blood witches are exceedingly rare, viewed as the most inferior and despised groups, particularly the werewolves.
â
I exhaled with relief.
Well, that wasnât too dreadful.
Although vampires are formidable, they werenât the worst creatures we could be up against.
Yet, I couldnât help but inquired, âWhy are werewolves viewed as the least among you?â
Enzo responded as if it were obvious, âBecause to us, their blood is a gourmet treat.
Its taste is exquisite, and many werewolves are bred by vampire elites, a luxury seldom enjoyed by the common vampire.
â
At this point, Enzo seemed to recall something, licked his parched lips, and added with delight, âItâs fortunate I came to this world; otherwise, I might never have savored werewolvesâ blood.
The taste is truly exceptional!â
Both Caleb and I displayed looks of revulsion.
Calebâs reaction was particularly intense; his demeanor chilled instantly, and his eyes emitted a fierce glow.
He swiftly pulled out his whip and lashed it at Enzo.
âSnap!â
Following the clear sound of the whip came Calebâs furious voice.
âDo werewolves merely represent food to you vampires?â
Caleb didnât hold back this time.