As the smoke and flames receded, their widened eyes were fixed on the figure of the vampire.
He stood unscathed, the fiery inferno that had enveloped him leaving not a single mark on his skin. His piercing crimson eyes seemed to bore into the very souls of those who dared look upon him.
Elder Roku, visibly shaken, whispered in a tone laced with fear, "What kind of a monster is he..."
His words echoed the collective dread that gripped the hearts of all present.
Even a peak Soul Devourer vampire would have flinched upon taking on so many explosive attacks head-on without even bothering to shield themselves. Not even a wisp of mana was used to shield himself, and yet his body remained unscathed!
Tarok stood frozen, his eyes trembling with a mix of disbelief and dawning horror.
The werewolves, hardened warriors all, could only watch in stunned silence. They were experienced in dealing with almost everything, but nothing in their combative lives had prepared them for this.
