The arrival of the Mages did not affect Bleia's enjoyment of her blood bath.
Keoghan and the rest were not fazed.
However, Muret and Latour, the two Mages that had been assigned here, had a grim and sour expression on their faces. They were so black they was practically dripping ink!
The two had already felt the anger and resentment of the other Mages on the way here. But as veteran Mages of the clan, they only had disdain for this bunch of fresh blood in the clan.
A bunch of Mages that had never experienced a plane war were no different from a chick that had just learned to walk. So what if they were full of resentment? Did these people dare to oppose the clan's orders?
Yet what surprised them was that even though several more experienced Mages hadn't confronted them, a tiny vampire that hadn't advanced for even half a year had appeared and was publicly challenging them.
