The sudden stab that Kyros made surprised everyone.
The three H knights, the original three vampires, and Martha looked in shock at how cruel Kyros was.
"Why...?" Querk only had a few seconds left. He could feel the strange blood coursing through him, and the vampiric poison inflicted by Scarlet and Gregory was making him go mad. He knew he would become a ghoul from this ruthless attack.
"You can't fool me. You said that you are a hired hand and not a servant who willingly made an oath to the Undead, yet why do I detect that power? You may not be a vampire familiar, nor a Skeleton's Keeper, but don't think your claims would fool me. You are worshiper of a Necromancer! Probably a level fifty or sixty Necromancer." Kyros smiled.
"Sixty?" To the Coven, a level fifty is even an impossible dream. This Ragion as serving such a powerful being?
"How-how do you...?!"
