Solomon watched as the swords slid out of the vampires' necks. Their bodies fell limply to the ground, landing in a pool of their own blood.
Ironic...
The moon shone down on them, bathing them in its light. Solomon felt slightly drained from using the restoration vein, but the gruesome scene drew him from his exhaustion.
Both guards turned their attention towards Solomon. They seemed on edge, wondering if they should stay on guard or not. After all, they had just watched the man use magic, regardless of whether or not it was used to help them.
Solomon waved a dismissive hand at them.
"Don't worry, I'm not your enemy."
The words weren't enough. They remained on edge as they watched him walk over to the woman slumped up against the chimney.
She had multiple wounds, but the most fatal one was the wound on her neck. It looked like a bite mark, but due to her struggle, the flesh of her neck had been torn more than intended. Blood poured from the wound steadily.
