It was an unexpected turn of events for Maxius.
They were the ones to initiate it all, starting from the moment they started the Blood Feast.
To think that their actions would come back to bite them was a cruel joke that needed no explanation.
Taking a deep breath, he struggled to get back on his feet though it was quite difficult due to how battered he was.
Hubris had made him wonder why Blood Vampires were considered to have the most powerful offense, now he understood properly.
Sure, his Psionics enabled him to attack in a variety of ways that weren't just destructive but what happens when a good half of his capabilities were rendered obsolete and the other half barely caused any damage?
That was how he felt facing off against a maddened Gregory who was now walking toward him with glowing crimson eyes and skin marred by blood-red cracks.
