Chapter 77

No one expected Ellon to attack Dimitri in one fluid motion. He bit him on the neck and disregarded his body on the side like it was nothing but a sack of potatoes while the rest of his minions started to attack the witches, elves, warriors, and human soldiers.

It was a battle cry made from madness and dark longing as their cries echoed in the four niches of the land.

One hour later, the air reeked of death and destruction. All around were the smoking ruins of the human villages, witches' camps, and the rest of the supernatural. The rest had tried in vain to save their neighbours, but the demon enemy had struck as the sun reached its peak. The hour rendered the weak helpless, as their powers were weakest at that time. So many vampires, demons, werewolves, and humans had been annihilated—men, women, and children alike. Only those of Ellon's men who had been far away from having escaped the crushing blow.