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“I told you. I am done with interfering. I could tell you. But then I would begin the Nights of Blood again. [Vampire Hunters] would come from Terandria. Izril would lie in fear. I am tired. Every time I interfere, I cause ripples. A Dragon cannot lightly change history. We are too powerful.”
Of course. Ryoka stared at Delanay’s dress. Crossbow. Rapier—a [Vampire Hunter]’s garb. She shouldn’t be talking to him. She was very conscious of the panacea meant for Fierre. But Delanay was friendly. And—dismissive of his roots.
Alevica and Delanay stared at each other. No love lost between the descendant of [Witch Hunters] and [Vampire Hunters] and a [Witch] herself. Alevica smiled. Delanay tipped his hat.
Clairei Fields [Knights] were heading into the swamp with the [Vampire Hunters], chasing the spawn as they fled. Not fast; they had raced to set up a physical cordon first. This was Merindius’ 11th hunt; after several failures, the Vampire Hunters had learned that enacting a net to catch fleeing stragglers was vital.
Every single one who had begun to hunt Vampires and gained their alternate classes had reaped a clear reward. It was proof of their virtuous deeds and was convincing the holdouts in their Order. The same with the [Vampire Hunters]. Each one had levelled at unheard-of rates outside of war. Of course, the hunts were deadly as could be.
Noveghin had remained firmly in the middle of the camps, but he was under pressure—not least because [Vampire Hunters] levelled up proportionally to the foes they slew. The breakaway faction was rapidly overtaking other elements of his order.
Lord Yitton Byres was, as a supporter of Delanay d’Artien and the [Vampire Hunters], nominally opposed to Noveghin, but the mutual respect both men held didn’t prohibit this conversation.
