The six peak C-rank paladins charged forward like a golden tidal wave, their bodies wreathed in divine light. Each step they took burned the ground beneath them, sacred runes glowing at their feet. Holy spears materialized in their hands.
Their mere presence was designed to suppress Damon's kind. Suppress him. Too bad Damon wasn't just any vampire. The moment they crossed the edge of the Blood Storm, their movements slowed. Their auras dimmed.
"Did no one tell you?" Damon's smile sharpened, eyes glowing with bloodlust. "Paladins taste best when they're smug and filled with divine energy."
He vanished with a flicker, reappearing right behind one of them. His hand plunged into the man's back like a knife through paper, piercing divine armor and shattering bone. A second later, Damon yanked his heart free in a spray of blood. The man screamed, crumpling like a puppet with cut strings.
