A heavy wave of concern settled over Ren's chest, coiling through her veins like a second heartbeat. She clutched the vials' container tighter in her hands, praying they would be enough, at least against the lesser ones that hadn't mutated. But the goblin's warning echoed through her mind, chilling her to the marrow. A berserk vampire lord… and worse, a giant. That combination alone would be nearly impossible to bring down. Some Giants were as massive as Sunkiath, brutal, ancient, and blood-hungry. If one like that turned its gaze on the golden dragon, drawn to the potency of its blood… no, she couldn't allow that to happen. She needed a different solution. A deadlier one.
The dungeon air clawed at her throat, rank with rot and something darker, something undead. The sealed vampires in each cell oozed a presence that turned the very air poisonous as if death itself had taken root in the stone walls. It wasn't like this before.
