Beyond the corner was a massive chamber—vaulted ceilings, intricate molding, and a display of wealth that bordered on arrogance. Paintings adorned every inch of the walls, and priceless statues lined the floor like silent sentinels.
But all that grandeur meant nothing compared to what else was in the room.
Vampires.
At least ten of them.
"What?" one of them barked, snapping to attention.
"How the hell did he survive this long?" another hissed, eyes narrowing.
"Doesn't matter. Take him out," a burly one growled, stepping forward with authority.
Without hesitation, three vampires lunged, following the burly one's lead.
Corven barely stayed upright. He was in no shape to fight head-on. If he tried to dodge, he'd trip. If he actually managed to dodge, he'd hit the ground—and they'd be on him in an instant.
It was a death sentence.
That is, if he played fair.
[Gravewright Activated]
– Blood (30 Units)
