章節 96: True Form

A tall figure, about two and a half meters in height, slowly stepped out of the coffin. His skin was sickly pale, and his muscles had atrophied. The figure had long arms that extended into claws, the same for his legs.

Two large bat-like wings, the same color as his skin, slowly unfurled from his back as the figure completely stepped out of the coffin and stretched his body.

"Oh… how long… has it been?" A guttural voice escaped his lips as he stroked his face which didn't have a single strand of hair on it.

He looked around the cavern with his deep-red eyes, until finally his gaze landed on the Vampire Magus lying on the ritual formation.

"So… you failed… after all." The figure spoke with indifference as he slowly walked forward. "But at least you served… your purpose."

The figure seemed to be getting used to speaking as the words came out smoother and without much pause. He looked up at the dark ceiling and ordered, "Come."

SCREECH!