Sentenced to endure torture under the scorching sun due to his role in vampire losses, Ferid Bathory found himself bound to a stake, his only solace the monotonous twiddling of his thumbs—a futile attempt to distract himself from the excruciating agony.

Despite his weakened state, the seventh progenitor remained keenly aware of his surroundings, his senses honed to detect even the faintest of movements.

As footsteps approached from behind, a sly smile graced his lips, curiosity mingling with amusement at the unexpected visitor—or, perhaps, his potential savior.

"Ah, an attempt at stealth!" He remarked with a wry tone. "Though I must say, the execution leaves much to be desired. Sneaking up on someone from behind is hardly impressive," Ferid continued with a sardonic smirk, his voice laced with a hint of amusement despite the agony that coursed through his veins.

A smirk played on his lips, belying the pain that wracked his body.

"Unfortunately, I find myself in a rather inconvenient position to offer you my undivided attention," he continued, his grin widening with a touch of mockery. "Feel free to indulge yourself, though. And should you happen to possess the means to liberate me from this unfortunate predicament, I won't object!"