Seeing that Dark Mastery had no effect on the Meneos, Akhton stopped weaving his next Source Magic spell and released a wave of Frost Soul.
'If no spell can keep up with his regenerative abilities, then I must stop whatever is fueling them first.' The Upyr-Bastet thought as an off-white gust of corrupted water washed over the city block, killing the mages who were trying to heal the injured and rescue those trapped under the debris.
"You sound just like the Dead King, brother." Theseus' eyes steeled as he donned his Firemane armor and wielded his sword, Scarbrand. "I have no reason to hold back anymore."
"Shut up!" Akhton hated his brother for comparing him to Orpal, but Akhton hated himself even more because he was now forced to admit that he shared more than the Vurdalak blood with the Dead King.
