Victor remained seated on a thick branch of a tree partially submerged in the swamp, watching the chaos unfold across the region. The Blood Demon's Concealment continued to completely hide his presence, allowing him to observe the combat without interference. The distance between him and the battlefield was great, but his current senses rendered it irrelevant. In practice, he could see better from there than many of the participants could see just a few meters from their target.
What caught his attention most was not the violence.
It was the tranquility.
Leon was being attacked by more than thirty vampires at once. Spells streaked across the air. Blood techniques exploded in all directions. Enchanted weapons emerged from blind spots. Ambushes came from above, from the sides, and even from underwater. Even so, Leon didn't seem surrounded.
He seemed bored.
Victor had seen confident people.
He had seen arrogant people.
He had seen strong people.
