The Ignorant Undead

The gale howled as black waves fringed with white crashed against the reefs. Even the gulls had retreated into rock crevices to wait out the storm. Dull thunder rose from the seabed, and the fault zone formed in ancient times continued to shift, triggering mild earthquakes along the entire eastern coast. Salomon fell silent. The Vampires' declaration had not exceeded his expectations. After all, the Kolozun Church was a cult that worshiped Yog-Sothoth. He would not forget the terror of an evil god simply because The Unifier had once offered help. Purging these cultists had always been his duty. What surprised him, however, was that the Vampires' lack of knowledge in this regard surpassed anything he had imagined—the worms were not servants of The Unifier, and offerings to Yog-Sothoth could not be made during a storm. If the Vampires had followed the book's instructions exactly, Yarmouth might have been sacrificed long ago. He was grateful for the Vampires' stupidity.

"I'm saddened by your stupidity, Vampire." As Salomon walked toward the lighthouse, he explained to Wanda the mistakes the Vampires had made in the sacrificial ritual. When he reached the base of the lighthouse, Salomon looked up impatiently and shouted at the Vampire above him, "The farce is over. Hand over that book, and I can let you die easily. If you summoned some monster, call it out already. I haven't had dinner yet!"

"I know you, mortal! It is already too late for you to stop me!" The Vampire once known as James Boone completely failed to catch the Arcanist's mockery. It shouted wildly, "Perhaps you used this era's firearms to kill my servants, but you will never kill me! Come! Witness the terror of the worms with your own eyes!"

Salomon shrugged helplessly.

Wanda was certain that this was