Chapter 52 Vampire Lord
As soon as Zion wrenched open the sewer gate, a blood-curdling screech echoed from the top of the tower. The vampire lord, disturbed from his slumber by the ear-splitting explosions, was furious. His ears rang with the aftershock of the blasts, and he felt as though he were losing his hearing. Even with his exceptional senses, he couldn’t make out Zion’s actions or Greg’s movements. The ringing would linger for just a moment, but it was enough to leave him disoriented.
His screech reverberated across the battlefield, freezing everyone in their tracks. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on the entire field.
"Our lord, he’s coming!" one of the female vampires exclaimed with twisted delight. Alpha Damon immediately knew they are fucked, and despite the realization that he had provoked the vampire lord, he couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. This would be the first time the vampire lord would appear in the flesh. The vampire lord had always viewed the werewolves as nothing more than savage creatures—lowly, dirty dogs.
Alpha Damon ceased his bombardment, carefully stowing the remaining explosives. They were too valuable to waste now. Better to save them for the perfect moment—if anyone could take down the vampire lord, it would be an explosion strong enough to obliterate him completely. After all, no matter how fast or potent the vampire lord’s healing abilities were, surely he couldn’t regenerate if he was torn to pieces, could he?
Sure enough, as the screech from the vampire lord echoed into the night, a figure cloaked in black ascended into the sky. But what they had mistaken for a cloak turned out to be the lord’s massive, inky-black wings. They unfurled, far larger and darker than those of any normal vampire, shrouding him completely in their ominous shadow.
Zion seized the opportunity and sprinted toward the inner sanctum of the palace. After five minutes of running, he found himself in the heart of a maze-like labyrinth within the sewers.
This intricate network had been intentionally designed by the palace’s architect to disorient and trap any intruders. Even if someone managed to breach the outer defenses and find their way into the sewers, they would never reach the palace’s heart. The labyrinth was a deadly maze, meant to ensure that anyone who dared enter would get lost and perish in the darkness, with no chance of escape. Only the owner of the palace possessed the blueprint to navigate it.
But Zion didn’t falter. He stood still for a moment, taking in his surroundings. His mind worked quickly, calculating, strategizing. He was far from afraid. Instead, a sense of determination gripped him, and then, as if a spark had ignited, a plan began to form in his mind.
Sniff... sniff...