Feeling the death of his last servant, Mardin unleashed every experimental body in his lab. These were soldiers meant for a later war, when they'd reveal their true nature and plunge this world into chaos. But right now, survival was all that mattered to him.
Clank! Clank!
Bang!
"Graaaagh!!"
Hundreds of vampires—each with the strength of a second- or first-rate warrior, capable of regenerating through bloodsucking—surged to life. If unleashed now, they could devastate the region.
"You dare bare your filthy fangs at him?!"
Clang!
But they'd met their match.
With every swing of the Sword Mistress's blade, vampire heads rolled, their bodies crumpling. Beyond her own sword, blades scattered across the room moved as if alive, slicing through the undead with relentless precision.
Slash! Slash!
"Arghhh!!!"
"Guhhh!!!"
Mardin's forces dwindled rapidly. Even their regenerative abilities couldn't save them from decapitation.
Crunch… crunch.
