PRINCE ZATAN VLADERION
I didn’t answer.
The werewolf was already back on his feet, staggering from the blow but very much alive. I rushed him, my sword raised again.
It turns out, I wasn’t the only one charging into battle.
Above the blood-soaked fields and burning rooftops, the remaining vampire knights soared through the air, swords gripped tightly in their hands, voices raised in fearless war cries. Their crimson cloaks flared behind them like living shadows as they converged on the beast below.
Our target, the massive werewolf was just beginning to move, clearly sensing the danger. But I was faster.
With a battle cry lodged in my throat, I lunged forward and drove the full length of my blade into his side before he could even shift position. The blade pierced deep with a satisfy
