"BOOM!"
The Celestial Pulses she'd left behind all ignited in tandem, chaining explosions across the battlefield. Moonfire devoured the screaming thralls in a radiant deathtrap.
The heat of Bastet's oasis, the crackle of Luna's lightning field, the hum of Aria's vortex… all converged into a battlefield made hellish and holy all at once.
Nyx didn't speak.
But her eyes shimmered with trust.
She was already launching her next volley.
He turned to face the vampire husband.
It was time.
Kaiden charged.
Boots crashing against cracked stone, violet arcs of Pride mana danced along his arms as he tore across the battlefield. His target didn't seem to care, however. The Fallen Vampire Noble stood tall like a lion king, unmoved by the storm raging before him. He made no motion to join the chaos his wives had become engulfed in. Why should he?
His thralls fought.
His wives hunted.
He reigned.
Why not let him sit back if he so wished, and instead focus on killing his wives?
