There was an eerie silence after it all ended. Most of the vampires had gone down with their king, the royal who had taken control of more than a thousand falling alongside each one of them.
Where Valerius Duskbane had stood, only a mound of ash remained, just like many of his minions. In comparison to the others, though, their king's ashes left faint embers flickering like a dying flame before vanishing altogether.
The crimson aura that had drowned the throne room was slowly fading, the mana either dispersing into the air or converting into usable energy to keep Roland's shield faintly active.
Before them, some demons remained kneeling, knowing they would face death or possibly something worse.
