Damon stared at his unbelievable stat screen for a few more minutes, grinning ear to ear like a little kid. He then closed it up and returned to reality, only to realize that there was still one problem. What was he going to do with Varnyx now?
Varnyx, still on one knee, dared to look up. "You carry the breath of an Origin Vampire. No, something even older…" His voice was reverent, trembling. He had been mumbling similar things for a while now.
"I need to wipe his memory." Blood Reign unexpectedly chimed in.
"Not all vampires would be thrilled to hear about an anomaly like this. They might even make sure you do not grow any further. This information absolutely cannot be allowed to spread. It would be one thing if you were the Master of this Blood Hall. Then this vampire would be bound to loyalty to you, but now he is free to relay whatever happened here to whomever he knows."
