"Let's party!"
The Astral Spear Volley rained down on their enemies without mercy.
Each shimmering spear whistled through the crypt's stale air before slamming into the ranks of incoming thralls.
Starved bodies burst apart like overripe fruit under the precise impacts.
One fell.
Then two.
Then six.
But the wave didn't stop.
Dozens more rushed forward.
Kaiden's eyes scanned the chaos as cold logic clicked into place behind glowing eyes.
"According to our research, thralls shouldn't be able to exist without their masters. The vampire nobles are sustaining their existence. If we manage to kill the nobles, we kill the source."
Bastet narrowed her feline eyes. Her palms were still burning with solar radiance.
"I might hate the undead with a burning passion, but from the way that vampire wife snarled at me, I'd say the feeling is mutual."
She raised one blazing hand, the heat shimmering in the air.
"My powers… I think they're their natural counter. We should-"
