#Chapter168
Varro
It's as clear as day and almost like magic, everything around me starts to separate as vampires and Lychan push away from one another and stumble backwards to tend to their own wounds. From harsh screams, tearing, and gnashing of teeth, comes the weird and sudden pause that let's the noise of the rustling trees sound louder than I have ever heard them. From chaos to calm, form blood lust to stillness.
The quiet of a battlefield in a temporary lull and yet I only feel fear intensify and nausea rises that this is far from over and only the calm before the typhoon rips though. Everything relies on me now and whatever I say to convince Varro that the only death needs to be Juan's.
