In the blink of an eye, all the vampires were slain by the members of the Knight's Guard. They were wielding weapons surrounded by a golden aura, just like Jirni's spear.
"Did you really believe that I got this old by sheer luck? That I would fall for such a blatant trap?" Jirni said while piercing with her needles Kaelan's four limbs and head.
He tried to shapeshift into his mist form to slip through the restrictions, but his flesh refused to move. Then the vampire summoned the mana from his blood core, to use true darkness magic to kill the wench that dared to stand so close to him.
Yet the mana went haywire and exploded inside his body, making his veins burst open as he coughed out a mouthful of blood. The pain and weakness almost made Kaelan faint.
Almost.
'What does she mean obvious? I studied Manohar's pattern and played it by the book…'
