Trap

'Blue Armed Demon Bloodline acquired.'

'Yellow Beak Demon Bloodline acquired.'

'Gorringer Tiger demon Bloodline acquired.'

Dorian smiled as he looked at the three notifications, and then out at the walls around him.

The scattered remains of a deathly army of Desiccated Demons could be seen, decorating the bulwarks and stone pathways. Faint reverberations of energy echoed in the normally still air, giving the battlefield an ominous hum.

Dorian's army had made short work of the Demons. Thanks to the Shades' tight coordination and teamwork, they suffered no casualties, though a few of the front line fighters were injured and currently resting as they recovered.

Dorian made sure to go from body to body, absorbing what he could. He disguised his movements, acting as if he was checking to be sure that all of the Demonic remnants were truly dead. A few of the bodies already had their Soul Spell Matrixes absorbed when he reached them.