Luther looked back at Xavier, who still writhed inside the crimson veil, his body twitching, his eyes burning through the blood haze. "I don't know," he said at last. "But whatever he's become, it's not natural. I can feel it. His energy is mutating by the second. If we let him live, he'll grow beyond control. Better to end him now before he takes the mountain with him. If he is left alive and he escapes the castle walls, once again the legacy and name of the vampire will be stained by the world."
Eryndor gave a low chuckle. "And that, my boy, is why your kind never learns."
Luther frowned. "What?"
"Always so eager to destroy what you don't understand." The old man smiled faintly. "Do you ever stop to think that perhaps it's worth studying instead of killing?"
