Vampire Ancestor.
Well, that explained the slight tickling at the back of my neck that had felt suspiciously like dread wrapped in velvet.
'No wonder I couldn't sense her properly,' Luna muttered in my head, her voice edged with something close to actual alarm. 'She's low Immortal-rank, Arthur.'
'Is she injured?' I asked, hopeful in the same way someone might be hopeful when their enemy had a limp but was still driving a tank.
'Yes,' Luna replied. 'She took out three Elders. Took a bit out of her. But even drained... she's on a different level.'
Of course she was. Because why not? The universe didn't like me that much.
Even with Seraphina at my side, our duo had only just started reliably murdering high Ascendant-ranked Elders—plural, yes, but only with excellent teamwork and a hefty helping of divine luck. The being in front of us wasn't just higher on the food chain. She'd opened a new restaurant, set up a table, and was about to eat us for lunch.
