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Amid the magical flames and smoke from the small fires, Edgar saw him.

That vampire was calm—way too calm, like he was just out for a stroll.

He moved his hand like swatting away a fly, and the white mist split in two, clearing his path.

“Final warning! Stop now or you’ll be killed!”

The sorcerer general shouted in front of his men, guarding that stretch of land.

But Edgar realized how foolish he’d been, thinking he was safe just for reaching that checkpoint.

He remembered how Victoria had created an entire army out of nothing—from dust and bones, she had shaped soldiers.

So what wouldn’t this man be capable of, if he was the source of all that power?

“Attack him with suppression spells!”

Edgar started stepping back, wanting to run, slipping into the shadows of the trees.

But then, the ground began to tremble like an earthquake. And before any spell could touch the black-clad vampire, horrifying howls burst out from the gorge.

Hands grabbed the dirt edge, rusty axes sla