"Bullshit! Another Warlock, you say? Prove it!" Zamira bellows, veins popping on her forehead as she slams her palm on the armrest of her chair.
"I'll gladly prove it..." Bryce says, his smile widening.
"Hector!" Bryce calls out, his face brimming with delight.
Suddenly, a tall man wearing a night-black cloak emerges and stands beside Bryce, pulling off the hood on the cloak.
There's a black mask on his face, with a sword strapped to his waist. Judging from the peculiar auras emanating from him, he seems to be a vampire subclass. Moreover, a familiar energy radiates from within his cloak.
This person... Why does he look familiar? I've seen him before, but I can't remember where exactly. That mask...
In an instant, a heavy aura explodes from the man, causing everyone except Zamira and me to take a deep breath.
I can tell that he hasn't released all of his aura yet he manages to make most of the vampire lords cower. What is his motive...?
