'Sneaky little shit…' Erik thought as he walked away with a groaning Frostfang over his shoulder.
"Think we can expect another attack like that, Elora?" he asked his trusty fairy partner.
"I doubt it," she answered quickly, but without taking her eyes of the vampire across the sigil-filled plain. "That was a powerful sigil, meaning it would take quite a while to recharge."
"Couldn't he just have more of those sigils?" Erik wondered, his brows furrowed in a skeptical frown.
"Possibly," she answered, thoughtfully. "But I doubt it. That stone he used was actually made from a third-rank material. Which is the only reason it could even support such a powerful sigil. I guess he must have gotten it from the same place as he got his knowledge about sigils in the first place."
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