NARRATOR

Marius didn’t look as shocked as Edgar.

Even the most powerful man in these lands had once been forced to kneel before Victoria.

The rain poured down, washing the field, and lightning lit up the army now lying at the feet of a single woman.

Once, they had been the most incredible warriors, masters of fate, and now... nothing more than slaves to the chains binding their souls.

The rumble echoed as the gate slammed shut and vanished into the abyss, as if it had never existed.

Edgar couldn’t stop rambling, still high on adrenaline and excitement.

But Marius’s mind was racing.

Victoria had uncovered the truth of the past, he could tell by the hatred in how she treated her kind.

Something had changed in the vampire... something he needed to figure out if he wanted to survive what was coming.

He watched as the blood in her body extended into those floating red threads, intertwining and embedding themselves into the forehead of each undead warrior.

A rune seal glowed, then disappear