Chapter 295: It’s time
"Bastion of the Condemned and Radiant Wellspring, huh..." Damon checked out his progress again. Along with his four elements-packed crimson lance, these three would currently be the strongest skills in his arsenal.
It was almost ironic that, despite being an unholy being himself, his skills ultimately condemned his people. But it did not matter. "This will work out well when I pay a visit to the Blood Lands." Damon grinned. Bloodlands were full of the Unholy and the Undead, and these two would be perfect when he had to face a large number of enemies.
He could already picture it, stepping into the corrupted gravefields of the Blood Lands, where necrotic fog hung like curtains over desecrated ruins, and ghoulish armies clawed their way out of crimson soil.
And in the center of it all, him, a vampire glowing with sanctified light, tearing through the legions of the damned not with shadow or death magic, but with radiance, holy energy so pure it seared the air itself.
"I’m going to stain the Blood Lands with holy fire." Damon clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The super ten had shown him what they were capable of, and now he was slowly gearing up to show them what he was capable of.
"Oh. That reminds me. It’s almost time, isn’t it?" Damon sat down quietly as the last couple of minutes he had left in the training zone quickly passed by. It was log-in time for everyone again, and today there was a good show waiting for him.
As the final seconds of the time dilation room ticked away, Damon calmed himself and prepared for what was about to come next.
The moment the seal broke and the temporal chamber began to unwind, Damon’s surroundings shifted. Light shimmered, the distortion collapsing inward, and in a heartbeat, he was back inside a normal chamber inside the Blood Hall. He was disoriented for a minute or so, but he quickly regained his composure.
Damon stretched his hands and legs and then walked out of the chamber to the main hall. His three followers were already there, waiting for him. Ellora was busy chatting with Varnyx, and the two of them were staring daggers at Kaelthorn. Obviously, she was recounting everything that had happened to the old vampire.
Riven looked sheepish and nervous and started sweating as soon as he saw Damon walking.