The elite creatures vanished, simply ceased to exist in the space between one heartbeat and the next. No bodies. No remains. Just scattered ash and dissipating essence.
When the light faded.
Nothing remained.
Just scorched stone and the lingering smell of ozone.
Alaric turned slowly. He stretched his neck. Then he raised his hands, studying them with a frown.
What was that?
The crimson lightning. The fangs. The hunger that had driven him to drain Elena like...
Like what? What the hell was he?
[DEFENSIVE INTEGRITY: 40%]
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
The building above him groaned. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ceiling, spreading faster than thought.
The entire structure was collapsing.
Alaric moved.
His body blurred with speed that shouldn't have been possible
CRASH-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
The ceiling came down behind him in a cascading avalanche of stone and timber. Dust exploded outward in choking clouds.
The hallway he'd been standing in ceased to exist, buried under tons of rubble.
