Burn Your Fears

Dying shrieks drowned the city of Rendel in their misery, once the glorious capital of the now-fallen kingdom, now it was nothing but a burning graveyard teeming with vampires.

Those who could provide support against these bloodthirsty monsters were nowhere to be found.

Not the reapers, not the huntsmen, and not the Ice Wraith.

"Come at me, you bastards!" shouted Rokara in defiance once again, bloodied and exhausted, surrounded by almost a dozen vampires.

She could barely use her gift, the Grasp of Tyrants, as it cost a significant portion of her Chroma reserves. Though she was the strongest in the team, her reserves were not as vast as Talon's, but her gift required more to activate.

By her side, Quinn stood, his wounds opened up while he wielded a bloody shortsword in his hand that he had taken from one of the fallen hunters.