As their leader, he had been committed to finding a way to save those he looked after. Too many of the males were turning, giving their souls to become the undead in desperation. After two hundred years, the males of his species lost the ability to see in color, to feel. They relied solely on will, integrity, and memory to keep them honorable. The temptation to kill while feeding was an ever-present danger for his kind. For those few precious moments, when they fed, if they killed, they would feel the rush, a hot flashing through the body, enveloping the brain, taking over the mind so they could relive it again and again. It was called arwa-arvomet, és jelämet, kuulua huvémet ku feaj és ködet ainaak—literally, to give one’s soul, honor, and salvation, and get pleasure that ends and darkness forever. All Carpathians recognized the trading of soul, honor, and salvation for momentary pleasure and endless damnation