The battleground was immersed with the wafting smell of potions and the pungent odor of blood and sweat. Most of the vampires and witches turned against their own kind, wielding weapons, especially human swords mixed with charms, to vanquish them. The vampires drained every witch they encountered dry.
It was a brutal battle, one with no end in sight.
"He is right there," a knowing smile creased the witch's face as she spotted Draven. With him was Sebastain, fighting against the witches. Whenever Draven's fangs sank into a witch's neck, Sarah flinched.
The witch placed one hand, curved with sharp, long nails atop Sarah's shoulder. "Look at what kind of creature he is. He is one to be wary of, one who will end your kind, your mother, the humans, without mercy. That is why you must end him."
