Lord Draven hovered above the courtyard, his enormous blood-red wings spread against the dark sky.
The wings beat steadily, sending drops of blood raining toward the fortress below. His robes had grown thicker, and the two curved blades in his hands were now longer and sharper than before. Dark red energy flowed through everything, from his weapons to the crystallized wings supporting his body.
The entire courtyard had become his source of power.
Blood covered the ground, filling the cracks between the bones that formed the fortress. More flowed through the pipes running along the walls, supplying Draven with a seemingly endless amount of energy.
He had turned his fortress into one huge weapon.
High above the courtyard, Draven stared down at Holden with hatred burning in his sunken eyes.
"IF I CANNOT CURSE YOUR BLOOD, I WILL DROWN YOU IN MINE!"
He raised both blades and swung them downward.
The weapons suddenly changed shape.
