Chapter 94: Are they also vampires?
"You did good, blood initiate. You took your time but you have indeed prepared everything I asked for." Varnyx accepted the two drops of blood and the mana core with a polite nod. "Alright. I need some time now to make the other preparations. Meanwhile, it would be best if you finish rebuilding the blood hall. With an upgraded blood hall, the ritual would go a lot smoother." The vampire then rushed away hastily without even finishing the conversation.
Damon could only let out a sigh. The old vampire was truly a task master. The after effects of that damned siege event was clearly unfolding. This guy was prepping for war and hence his attitude was completely different from how it was before.
This was a huge headache. Damon needed a lot more preparations before he would be ready for a full blown faction war contesting for a city. If he did not make it in time, instead of being a general in the war, he would become a mere spectator for the other NPCs. He wouldn’t get any rewards either.
He opened up the blood hall rebuilding panel to take a look at what was still remaining when suddenly he snapped to turn and look behind.
"My Lord. My Lady. please come this way." Varnyx was respectfully leading two familiar figures. Damon’s jaw almost dropped to the ground as he saw the visible changes his friends had undergone.
Mark’s thin fragile frame was no longer there. In his place stood a towering figure carved from dusk and storm. He was tall with broad shoulders and limbs thick with dense, corded muscle.
His skin had darkened to a dusky grey, like storm-forged granite, and faint golden-red runes pulsed faintly beneath the surface, snaking down his arms like living veins of magma.
His eyes burned not with the traditional crimson of vampires, but with a molten amber glow, steady, unflinching, like a furnace that never died.