Not wasting any time, Zaroth placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Wait!" he heard Midnight, so he froze.
"Don't forget that this isn't like the small churches that we attacked before. This one will no doubt be full. We can't just attack recklessly!"
Letting go of the doorknob, Zaroth shifted his gaze to her.
"Then what do we do?" he asked.
Unless he was mistaken, there was no other entrance to the church other than the main one.
Midnight pointed with her finger upwards, so Zaroth followed the gesture.
His eyes landed on a window close to the top of the building.
"Cool and all, but how do we reach it? It's at least thirty-five meters away from us!" he complained.
Without saying anything, Midnight approached the body of the man that Nightshade had killed, and she brought her fangs down on the man.
Quickly drinking a few liters of blood, it seemed like her hair got more beautiful while her face became even more breathtaking.
Taking a step toward Zaroth, she embraced him.
