Chapter 217: It’s so...
"Perfect," Damon whispered with satisfaction.
"It’s so... gauche. Over the top. Completely lacking in refinement," La Rocha muttered, his tone thick with disdain. "It looks like a teenager’s fever dream after too much blood wine."
Damon happily ignored him. "Now let’s start with the defensive barriers, etcetera and etcetera. Make this place as strong and impenetrable as the metallic fortress was." His eyes gleamed, voice hardening.
"You cannot be careless with this part. The castle has to be absolutely untouchable. I want it warded against scrying, teleportation, curses, memory charms, and whatever other foul tricks these legacy bastards might try."
La Rocha sighed dramatically. "Yes. Yes. I will get on that."
"Do your job properly without finding loopholes. I enjoy not getting assassinated in my sleep," Damon said flatly.
"Fine, fine. I’ll begin the layering." La Rocha became silent as he quickly got to work. Damon could already feel several mana barriers and other sorts of runes he did not understand flare up here and there.
Behind him Sylvara and Artimius were staring at the castle slack jawed.
Artimius blinked several times, then leaned toward Sylvara and whispered, "Is it just me, or did our boy here summon an entire vampire stronghold out of thin air?"