The Grimoire of Spells

As the four vampires of the Farmoon clan discussed their future strategy, the clan head of the Darkspire clan sat at a dinner table with his sons.

“Father, are you not interested in why they are a hunting a simple mage from these lands.” A handsome looking man that exuded the aura of a pureblood vampire asked.

“She is no simple mage, my son.” The clan head answered while slicing through a roasted chicken. “Your brother saw her fight. Even as a third circle mage, she was able to defeat a demon general.”

The older son was surprised to hear that and quickly asked, “Is that even possible? Even the weakest of demon generals should be far stronger than a third circle mage.”

“You better believe it, big brother.” William answered from across the table. “I witnessed it with my very own eyes. Even though, she is not a vampire, she has a very strong body and a terrifying healing ability.”