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The well-being and survival of his people were what mattered most. He had even entertained the idea of gaining stronger vampires through this battle. Unfortunately, that hope was quickly dashed—the Zealots' blood was tainted, repulsive to his kind, and unfit for consumption.

High above the battlefield, a massive creature blended seamlessly with the night, its piercing gaze fixed on the clash below. The enormous figure of Roth stood amidst the chaos, but unlike the other demigods, he seemed to require no assistance.

Ebonwrath, the black dragon, watched with growing interest. The longer he observed Roth, the more he liked him. His selfishness, his decisiveness—these were qualities that resonated deeply with the dragon.