247. THE MISTRESS OF DEATH
VICTORIA
"Come on, sir, let me show you the other successful subjects."
There were more of those creatures?
I turned just in time to see it tearing the fallen warrior apart.
It was eating him like a damn cannibal!
Its bloodthirsty instincts reminded me of vampires.
Disgusting as hell!
With my power trembling, I slid down the hallway they’d taken.
From atop another ledge, they looked down.
My stomach dropped when I saw the crates - dozens, no, at least a hundred of those black magic experiments.
If all of those mutated monsters were released and obeyed that damn old man, Dracomir's life was in serious danger.
As powerful as he was, there was no way he could fight this mutated army.
It had been right under his nose and he’d never even sensed it.
The power in that ice crystal was far too dangerous.
I managed to slip back out the way I came.
There was no time to waste. I didn’t even bother investigating the witches.
How did this man manage to keep everyone under his thumb?
That was a myst