Inside the cavern, the Vampire Magus was directing his spawns into carving the ritual formation on the ground. He was fully concentrated on his task, but suddenly his pale, pointy ears twitched and he looked in the direction of the tunnel entrance that led here.
"What was that?" He muttered under his breath.
He couldn't perceive it properly as he was currently preoccupied, but for some reason, he felt as if there was a faint disturbance in the mana.
Am I just imagining things? A ludicrous thought emerged in his mind.
But soon his eyebrows furrowed tightly. "No, I can't take any chances!"
At this stage, he didn't wish to take any risks. Things were so close to completion, there was no way he would mess things up now. He suddenly looked toward the dark ceiling of the cavern and whistled.
