The Vampire King went after his soldiers and the vampires who had gathered around to stop him as they defended the outer bailey. His movements were swift and brutal, picking them up and stomping on them as if they were nothing more than toys. The sheer force of his attacks left nothing in his wake – not even bones.
Cederic sensed another presence in the Winter Forest and glanced over his shoulder. The High Priest, witnessing the entire catastrophe alongside Cederic and Jon at the outer enclosure of the Vampire Castle, began to hyperventilate. His face, usually composed, now mirrored the chaos unfolding before them.
Fei, standing a bit apart from them, raised a finger, releasing a flare of yellow light as he lit a hand-rolled psychedelic herb. His hands shook slightly, but his expression was unreadable. When the High Priest exhaled, the tangy smoke filled the air, mixing with the cold winter breeze as they watched the chaos in stunned silence.