Horus was exhilarated. Since all the blood kin were under his control as the Blood Ancestor, he could use any of their eyes to see whatever he wanted and feel whatever he wanted to feel.
But what he hadn't expected was that, just as he was about to use three portions of his perception to savor the pleasure of killing Ergons Tevalin, he suddenly lost all three portions of perception.
Yet that was only the beginning.
Apart from the three who had charged the fastest, all the other blood kin approaching Ergons were casually swatted away by the hammer in his hand, flying off with thwacks and bangs like willow catkins drifting through the air.
His speed was simply too fast.
The instant he moved, Horus's many three-dimensional senses saw a figure as fast as light darting back and forth among the blood kin. Every time it stopped and swung its hammer, it took down one of them.
Every pause damaged one of his more than one hundred three-dimensional perceptions.
To outsiders, Ergons looked like a streak of silver light amid a horde of bloody wraiths.
When still, he was like the moon hanging high in the sky. Once he moved, his charges and reversals were like light bouncing back and forth in a mirror.
The Baron and the Viscount stood on the covered bridge linking the two castles, giving them the clearest view of the spectacle.
It was as though a leisurely streak of silver light reflected from the moon had ignited a string of blood-red firecrackers. The popping and banging merged into a continuous barrage, spraying the ground crimson with blood.
Amid the rapid explosions, one blood kin after another was hammered into clouds of blood that burst and scattered in every direction.
If he swept his hammer