Candence's eyes were vacant, staring forward as though he were looking at nothing in particular.
Jena, Mira, and Crescendo had only just arrived moments ago and had recounted everything that had occurred in the forest. His shock had risen steadily as they reported the events one by one. But when they reached the end…
Candence forgot every single thing they had said. He ignored the fact that they had been ambushed by the Vampyros race. He ignored the fact that Atticus had easily defeated three veteran Vampyros grandmaster+ ranks.
Only one thought remained in his mind: Atticus had killed three Vampyros grandmasters.
No matter how much Candence's mind raced, no matter how many angles he tried to consider, he kept reaching the same conclusion, they were screwed.
The Vampyros were a race that thrived on battle. They loved the thrill of it and would never pass up an opportunity to unleash chaos.
