บท 1848: Chains of Fate (Part 2)

Orpal's clone screamed in pain and frustration as his Thralls started to fall like flies and his carefully planned ambush crumbled.

"Curse you and your bloodline abilities! Why do you have so many? Why?" The Vurdalak's hands had fully regenerated, but he needed some time to craft a spear from his prisms.

'Maybe Leech is still stronger than me as an Awakened, but I know Blade Tier spells. My Shattered Moon killed Manohar. Thanks to the life force that my Thralls harvested for me, it should be no less powerful than the one I cast with the help of my steed.

'Whatever a Tiamat is, not even he can withstand the collective might of hundreds of blood and mana cores!' Orpal thought as he unleashed the closest thing to a bloodline ability he had discovered.

The accumulated darkness element stored inside Night's prisms joined his hybrid life force, generating what he called King's Wraith.