The outcome had already been decided.
Port Nyanzaru's all-out assault had caught the Shadow Thieves' Guild in Shipwreck Bay completely off guard. Soren intended to wipe out the guild's forces in Shipwreck Bay in one stroke, so he had deployed a considerable number of his subordinates. The fighting outside continued, but things on Soren's end were nearly over. Vampires were troublesome creatures for mortals, but to deities, they were nothing more than ants. Soren had not encountered a single worthy opponent from start to finish. Even a Progenitor-level vampire would probably struggle to contend with him now.
Outside a deep, gloomy tomb.
After casually disposing of a group of high-ranking vampires, Soren walked straight out from the depths of the tomb.
But the instant he emerged, his brows knitted tightly. Then he sneered, "So you've finally decided to show yourself."
"Lord of Shadows!"
The surrounding space was a murky gray, and everything seemed veiled in shadow.
The Shadow Plane had influenced and interfered with this space, temporarily sealing off spatial abilities. Only the [Lord of Shadows] could accomplish such a thing, because he controlled the [Shadow] portfolio.
A cold gleam flashed!
A gray figure lunged out of the darkness. Barely even looking, Soren slashed backhanded, and a spray of blood followed.
"Stop sending these small fry to their deaths."
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Soren's mouth as he said slowly, "As deities who hold the [Shadow] and [Rogue] portfolios, we're destined to fight!"
"Are you still too afraid to show yourself?"
Despite his words, Soren shifted his footing slightly. At the same time, he partially activated a crest branded into the skin of his palm near his wrist.
It was a spatial beacon.
Although the surrounding environment had been assimilated by the Shadow Plane, as long as