Chapter 21: *Dark Arrow*
Having confirmed that the sun was, in fact, a giant ball of death aiming directly at him.
Ragnar Vhagar turned his attention to the more immediate tools of his trade.
His new Vampire form had unlocked an entire new wing of his monster creation menu, and he was itching to see if any of it was actually worth the eye-watering CP cost.
The looming threat of Isabelle Thorne’s party meant he couldn’t afford any weak links in his army.
She was strong. Too strong.
If he didn’t tighten his ranks soon, he might as well lay down and let her holy sword stake him through the heart while she gave an inspiring speech about friendship.
Nope. Not today.
"Time for some product testing," he announced, his voice echoing through the now-empty Mess Hall.
The stone chamber, once used for dining, had been hastily converted into a gladiator arena, complete with scorch marks on the walls, bloodstains on the floor also.
"Let’s see what this new vampire-themed army can really do."
He started with the Ghoul. At 20 CP, it wasn’t cheap, but it was far from the priciest monster on the list.