While in the 11th Gate, the duo eventually got absorbed into a different dimension. Cloette was dealing with these ancient vampires that were starved to their feral state. Thoth had another trick up his sleeve in the world of games.
Cloette felt the pain of her wounds not healing as fast as when the creatures surrounded her. Her blood went red, while her fangs were out in defense, she didn't realize the blood loss.
The dhampir's knees buckled from trying to keep her body upwards. But the adrenaline was going through her in a mental battle between fight and flight.
"Dearest…. Child…We are Empurai" whispered the voices in her head.
"We must die… please… kill us…" another voice whispered to her head.
The voice snapped at the meek one and whispered, "Quiet, love! One last battle….. we can feast….. a century's worth."
