A scream tore through the chambers.
Not hers.
A cultist at the far end staggered back, clutching his throat. Blood sprayed through his fingers, painting the stone floor in dark crimson.
"What—?!" someone shouted.
Chaos erupted.
A blur of black tore through the chamber, faster than Selene's eyes could follow. Another cultist fell, then another. Bodies collapsed like broken dolls.
The chanting shattered.
"INTRUDER!" someone screamed.
Torches flickered violently as a cold wind surged through the underground hall. Shadows stretched unnaturally long, crawling along the walls like living things.
The cult leader spun around.
A figure stood at the entrance.
Tall. Lean. Dressed in dark attire that blended seamlessly with the night. His dark hair fell loosely around sharp features, his eyes glowing an unnatural amber.
Selene's breath caught.
Oh.
Lord Alistair Cain.
