The Dusk of the Bloody Invasion [5]

As Zaltran's headless body collapsed to the ground, a silence swept through the core chamber.

"GRAARGHHH!!" Then, in the blink of an eye, the silence was shattered by an uproar of enraged roars as the vampires surged forward.

Velnorah's scythe shimmered in the crimson glow as she crouched low.

Then—boom!—the ground beneath her cracked as she launched herself into the horde like a streak of crimson lightning.

The first vampire barely had time to raise his weapon before her scythe cleaved straight through his torso.

Blood sprayed in an arc as his upper body slid off his legs, collapsing into a heap of gore.

Another lunged at her from behind, but without even turning, Velnorah spun her scythe in a deadly whirlwind, carving through flesh and bone.

The vampire's eyes widened in shock as his body split diagonally, collapsing into two halves before he even understood what had happened.

More came at her... dozens of them.