Rumble!
Thunder rolled through the sky of the Otherworld, but there were no dark clouds. Instead, something filthy and viscous seemed to be swimming endlessly beyond the heavens.
Farolynch's entire body took on a whitish hue, his muscles gleaming like metal. Once the tide of magic passed, he hurled himself bodily at the vampire.
Bang!
Like a wrestler, Farolynch lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the vampire. Yet the creature felt slick and slippery, like a monstrous black snake. He slipped straight between Farolynch's hands, his sharp claws stabbing toward the back of Farolynch's neck.
Clang!
Farolynch's neck actually twisted almost a hundred and eighty degrees, and he bit down on the vampire's hand.
Crunch!
Farolynch's astonishing bite tore off several sharp nails, while his left leg lashed out behind him.
Whoosh!
There was a faint sound, but no impact. His kick had clearly missed.
A cloak, black on the outside and scarlet within, appeared out of thin air before Farolynch. A pair of eyes stared from it.
"A Resurrector? No, you seem to be something of a higher order. If you agree to become my blood thrall, I can spare those three humans."
Farolynch leaped, but the cloak chased him down and wrapped around him. Red lips bearing pointed fangs appeared on its surface.
"Bullshit. That vampire's already gone after them. He'll suck them dry!"
"No, no. That vampire isn't allowed to drink human blood."
The magic coursing through Farolynch burned fiercely, but he could not break free of the cloak. The surging magic on both sides stirred tides within the darkness of the Otherworld, twisting countless cold, sinister presences.
"You can't escape."
"I wasn't planning to!"
Farolynch twisted his body violently, his bones crackling. In an instant, all four limbs dislocated, and his body writhed like a