The veiled woman watched, stunned. The previous arrogance and disdain in her voice had completely disappeared as she watched Damon demolish her attack in such an outlandish way. How was this blood drinker able to use the power of angels and the blessed souls?
She simply could not understand this. In all her years of life, she had never come across anything like this and she had lived for more years than she cared to remember. Her serpents continued to dwindle and soon all of them were completely eradicated.
The temple trembled again. Damon stood unshaken in the epicenter of it all, his aura rising like a storm-swallowed sun. And through it all, he smiled, feral, fearless, and utterly alive.
"Remind me again," he said as the last serpent was scorched to ash, "what exactly was I lacking?"
