Chapter 578: Futility
Ravellan stood alone, he stared in fear at the boy whose eyes glowed with cold light.
“I am your Death.”
Lana convulsed on the ground next to the boy, her eyes wide in panic as she gasped for breath, blood leaking out of her eyes and ears. Syrak stumbled towards her and fell to his knees. He reached out and yelled weakly, “Lana!”
Death glanced at Syrak and Lana, then flicked his finger. The air condensed into a sharp blade and sliced Syrak’s neck clean off. The vampire’s body collapsed, blood spouting from the headless neck.
“No!” Lana cried out hoarsely.
A pinprick of silver-blue light condensed at Death’s fingertip. He pointed at Lana and the light exploded in a flash, searing a giant hole in her chest. Lana’s voice caught in her throat and she went limp. Stryga stared in mute shock at the sight. Lana’s wound was the same as the dead woman lying next to her, the drow they had assumed was the boy’s mother.
No, Stryga realized as terror filled her veins. The woman wasn’t this creature’s mother. He was never a part of this village. He had slaughtered the entire village.
Stryga looked around desperately. Every one of her soldiers near the village square was on their knees, struggling to breathe. The rest of the army standing further away seemed less affected by the monster’s power. They were still standing, their swords drawn but they were unsure of what to do at the sight of their downed comrades.
She wanted to yell for them to retreat, but Stryga could hardly form a whisper. Death ignored the cries of the dying and closed the distance to Ravellan. The Ebon Lord was on his knees, struggling to stand.