"The shameless Blood Eagles have joined forces with the Witch Hunters! Avalon's power hangs over this place, and we've taken heavy losses!"
Wolfsbane's roar echoed through the dark sewer, heralding a dramatic shift in the battle. Once the Witch Hunter faction joined the dark hunt, the Wolfsbane vanguard's suppression of the Blood Eagle remnants had been reversed. And as Colando's battle with Murphy dragged on, the Wolfsbane warriors, scattered and battered across the area, found themselves in increasingly dire straits.
This weighed heavily on Mark Colando, who had been leading a band of elite fighters on a series of unstoppable raids.
They had killed many of the Blood Eagles' elite blood thralls, but their cold, brutal deaths had not frightened the enemy. Instead, their morale had only grown more ferocious.
In the murderous darkness of the sewers, this shared hatred played out in a way that was downright horrifying. More than once, Mark Colando had seen those crazed "blood thralls" embrace bombs and die alongside the children of Wolfsbane.
He couldn't imagine what was going on in these lunatics' heads!
You were blood thralls, for hell's sake!
He had never seen a blood thrall on Greeny Island so fanatically devoted to a vampire. And were these children of the Blood Eagles really not afraid to die?
Something was wrong!
No matter how strong a human's will might be, no one could completely ignore the threat of death. Yet these people didn't merely ignore death; they even scorned and mocked it.
"Witchcraft!"
A Wolfsbane psionist beside Mark cursed.
"That damn Blood Eagle Clan must have used some kind of witchcraft we can't understand to transform their descendants. They're insane! It's like every trace of fear has been cut out of them. I can't sense a single ripple of emotion in them