“Yes!” Lord Taranas screamed, holding his hands up toward the Vampire Sword. “At long last, the legendary Vampire Sword itself! Even from a distance, it is the most beautiful weapon I have ever laid eyes on. Truly, it is a masterpiece of vampire smithing, the pinnacle of vampiric genius and weaponry!”
I had no idea if any of that was true, but I wasn’t really paying attention to what Lord Taranas was saying. Because as soon as I lay my eyes on the Vampire Sword, I suddenly felt something deep in my soul calling me to it. It wasn’t a voice—at least, not a human voice—but it nonetheless called out to me, urging me to fly up and grab the Sword. It was similar to the blood lust I felt when Lord Taranas cut the cheek of that sorcerer, except this was in many ways even more intense and took eve
