But just as the trio were thinking of doing a coordinated attack since their own attacks were doing nothing, a voice came that really irritated them in this crucial moment.
From the distance, Xerath laughed.
"Fools! You can't stop her now!" He wheezed, his voice hoarse but full of manic glee. "You don't even understand what you're fighting against!"
"You talk too much." Aisha gaze snapped to him, cold and sharp.
But Xerath didn't stop. He dragged his broken body forward, blood dripping from his mouth as he raised a trembling finger toward Carmela.
"Do you see, you lot? Do you see what stands before you? That is no mere vampire anymore. That is a progenitor! The first blood reborn! The mother of all our kind!"
He coughed, but the madness in his eyes only burned brighter.
"The power you see now—it's the strength of the original lineage, untainted by time. For centuries it lay dormant in her blood, weak, diluted...but now!"
"Now it has awakened to its true potential!"
