Matt made sure she was okay and continued.
This was the first time Matt had seen someone else's description of vampirism, and he must say that thanks to this, he has realized how important the vampirism he has is.
Even when his vampirism turned out to be an external tool, it was several times better than Isla's vampirism.
'And according to the description and all that Ancient Vampirism is capable of, still mine is more potent than that one. Unbelievable that that creation was taken as a failure.' He thought and picked up his paintbrush.
Still, he began to write and overwrite words. This required superhuman concentration. At this point, he couldn't get confused.
The first thing he changed was the name, giving it the name it had in the old era. He then went on to overwrite the description, and as that happened, his blood ran through Isla's body, feeling quite compatible.
It was as if the blood was alive, and he realized that he had been put into a new home, which felt extremely compatible with him.
So it coursed through Isla's veins back and forth, which made the process smoother for Matt.
Still, while editing Vampirism, Matt found himself caught up in strange visions.
Fragments of Isla's life occasionally flashed through his mind.
From when she was small and barely growing to one fateful day when she was happy with her parents and siblings.
Such a day that would later turn into a huge nightmare...
...
"Mom, what's wrong? Where did Dad go?!" Isla Moore, a little girl who was just entering her youth, was thrown into despair after seeing that the whole town where they lived in the mountains was on high alert.
What she felt at that moment was indescribable. She couldn't understand what had happened, but what she knew was that her two heroes were about to fall.
Her eyes filled with tears and her mouth came out loudly. "STOP!" A little girl's scream echoed throughout the mountain. She was frightened and almost trembling.
But she was already training to become a real vampire. Though her strength was pitiful, her courage was not.
She stood up, while her face was wet from crying and rushed towards where her father was.
"DON'T COME, ISLA!" that man, who already had half a foot in the grave, drew strength from his whole body to let out that cry, scaring her.
But suddenly, the man's sight darkened as he saw a devourer appear from behind.
Fear gripped him, but when he saw that his beloved daughter was going to be hit by that huge fist, he shouted to the four winds.
"AGHHHHHHH!" It was a shout to compose himself, and without even taking the spear out of his stomach, he jumped hard towards that devourer.
"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" A piercing scream came out of his mouth, and even though he thought he wouldn't make it in time, just before Isla was hit, his fist slammed into the devourer's face.
That impact sent the devourer backward, but suddenly another devourer came out from the side and slammed the man, who had dressed as a hero to save his daughter to the ground.
"BUAGH!" Blood poured out of every orifice of his body at that moment, making him feel terrifying pain. Then, the devourer pulled the spear out of the man's body.
The man's mouth was full of blood, and his bones were broken. Even some of his organs were no longer able to give anymore.
The toughness of these devourers was unparalleled. Isla had never thought they would be so tough and powerful.
Her father, one of the strongest in the village, had been struck down in one blow.
That caused a tremendous impact on the mind of this little girl, who somehow remained intact in this dangerous place.