As if to prove him wrong, Jake abandoned the almost vaporized shapeshifter at the same time, with only a few grams of biomass left, to teleport directly back to Vhoskaud.
With the same flippancy as with the Shapeshifter, he smashed his Aether Sun Core right onto the top of his skull, using the artificial sun as a flail.
The Lich instantly melted under the effect of the infernal temperature.
At that moment, the few survivors still present drew a cold breath. The Vampires with third degree burns no longer dared to leave the crypts and chests of the nearby cells where they had been hiding. Remus Dracul was also shaken, unable to fathom that there could be such a thing as a Guilty being their arch-nemesis.
"What the bloody hell are you?" The old Vampire Ancestor asked with his chin quivering and a utterly bloodless face.
"His friend." Jake shrugged with indifference as he pointed to the hundred jars containing Wyatt's severed organs and limbs.
