"SKREEE!"
"SKREEE!"
"SKREEE!"
The sound erupted from every corner of the room.
The slashed paintings on the walls began to bleed profusely, green mist pouring from the canvas wounds like arterial spray. The shadows under the stairs elongated, birthing tall, skeletal shapes.
They poured out in anger, a legion of starvation.
⸢Multiple Hostiles Detected⸥
⸢Manor Vampire (Lvl 45) x 12⸥
⸢Trait: Incorporeal | Life Drain | Mist Form⸥
The temperature plunged. The garlic scent was assaulted by the ozone-stink of chaos and the cloying sweetness of necrotic blooms.
Percival took a few steps back to regroup. This was a truly terrifying sight.
Manor Vampires. They were emerald nightmares of aristocratic decay. Tall, elongated forms clad in tattered vestiges of finery.
Their faces were smooth, pale ovals dominated by mouths that split too wide, lined with needle-sharp fangs of solid green light. Their hands ended in long, spectral claws.
