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Chapter 191 – The Siege of Raven Tower (Part 2)
Chapter 191 – The Siege of Raven Tower (Part 2)
The battlefield was a ruin of fire, blood, and shattered bodies. The once-disciplined ranks of the vampire army had been thrown into chaos, their numbers dwindling under Seraphis’s relentless onslaught. Yet, as the last of the smoke cleared, three figures remained standing at the center of the carnage, untouched by the devastation around them.
They were the Dark Triad—the strongest warriors of House Von, handpicked by Salazar Grimm Von himself. Unlike the lesser vampires who had fallen, these three radiated an aura of pure, overwhelming power.
Seraphis narrowed her piercing white eyes, assessing her new adversaries.
The Three Vampire Lords
The first was Vaedros the Unyielding, a towering warrior clad in spiked crimson armor, his greatsword resting against his shoulder. His body bore the marks of countless battles, ancient scars crisscrossing his pale skin.
The second, Sylvaine the Blood Mistress, exuded an eerie beauty. Her raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her violet eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. She wielded twin curved daggers, their blades dripping with dark venom.
The third, Malakar the Dread, was the most terrifying of all. His massive form was covered in shadowed plate armor, his skeletal gauntlets pulsing with cursed energy. He carried no weapon, for his very hands were instruments of death.
The battlefield was silent as they stared down Seraphis and her forces.
Then, Vaedros grinned.
The First Clash – A Tempest of Blades
With a roar that shook the ground, Vaedros charged. His greatsword swung with the force of a hurricane, aimed directly at Seraphis.
She reacted instantly.
A flick of her wrist sent a dozen enchanted playing cards hurtling toward him, each one glowing with razor-sharp energy. They struck his armor—but instead of cutting through, they bounced off with sparks.
He was fast—too fast for his size.
Vaedros twisted mid-charge, his blade shifting in a blur. Seraphis barely dodged, her body bending unnaturally as the weapon sliced past, cutting through the air with a deafening screech.
Before she could counter, Sylvaine vanished.
Seraphis’s instincts screamed at her. She spun—but too late.
A dagger sank into her side.
Pain flared, but Seraphis did not flinch. Instead, she twisted into the attack, catching Sylvaine’s wrist in a death grip. Her white eyes flashed.
Illusion Magic – Phantom Mirror.
Sylvaine gasped as she was suddenly surrounded by hundreds of copies of Seraphis, each one lunging at her with glowing cards.
For the first time, the Blood Mistress hesitated.
And that was all Seraphis needed.
A swift kick to the ribs sent Sylvaine crashing into the ground, her form sliding across the blood-soaked dirt.
Malakar Unleashes His Wrath
A deep, guttural chuckle echoed through the air.
Malakar had not moved.
Instead, he raised his gauntlet, and the sky turned black.
A wave of corrupt energy exploded outward, the ground beneath him cracking and twisting into blackened veins of decay. His power was unlike anything Seraphis had felt before—it was a corruption that seeped into the soul.
Her golden automatons reacted first, rushing toward him in perfect synchronization. Fifty warriors moved as one, their gleaming blades aimed to strike him down.
Malakar merely raised his hand.
The air around the automatons shattered.
In an instant, the divine constructs were ripped apart, their golden bodies crumbling like dust.
Seraphis’s heart pounded. This was true power.
The Raven Knights’ Counterattack
A shrill whistle pierced the air.
From the fortress gates, the Raven Knights surged forward, their dark armor gleaming as they charged into battle. Their weapons glowed with anti-vampiric enchantments, their movements precise as they clashed with the remaining enemy forces.
Yveris, the illusionist, moved swiftly through the chaos, her shadow clones distracting Vaedros as she struck at his exposed flanks.
Vaelora unleashed torrents of fire, the inferno roaring as it swallowed dozens of vampires whole.
Elyndra, the moonlight archer, perched atop a fallen tower, her arrows piercing through armor like paper.
Aerisiel and Elowen fought back-to-back, their blades weaving in perfect harmony as they cut down any foe that neared.
Seraphis vs. Malakar – A Battle of the Mind
Seraphis knew brute force would not defeat Malakar.
Instead, she would break him from within.
She extended her hand. Illusion Magic – Mind Shackle.
Dark tendrils slithered from her fingers, latching onto Malakar’s mind.
For a moment, his red eyes flickered.
The battlefield shifted—no longer a war-torn field but a memory from Malakar’s past.
He was back in his childhood, standing before his vampire sire. He was weak, trembling, beaten.
“Useless,” the elder vampire spat.
Malakar staggered, his form wavering.
Seraphis struck, her enchanted cards slicing deep across his armor, leaving glowing fissures in their wake.
The mighty warrior let out a roar, shaking off the illusion—but the damage was done.
The Final Gambit
The battle was at its climax.
Vaedros had been wounded.
Sylvaine was weakened.
Malakar was off-balance.
Seraphis raised her arms, and her raven familiars descended from the skies, their beaks glistening with alchemical poisons.
With a final, whispered command, she unleashed her strongest attack yet.
Shadow Dominion.
The battlefield plunged into absolute darkness.
Screams erupted as her enemies were trapped in an abyss of endless black, their senses stolen, their bodies bound in an illusion they could never escape.
One by one, they fell.
The Dawn of Victory
As the first rays of the sun broke through the horizon, the battlefield was silent.
The Siege of Raven Tower had ended.
Seraphis stood amidst the ruin, her breath steady, her white hair glowing like the moon itself.
Her forces had prevailed.
The Dark Triad was no more.
And in the distance, beyond the bloodied fields, a single figure watched from the shadows.
Salazar Grimm Von.
He had witnessed everything.
And he was not pleased