"Bastion of the Condemned and Radiant Wellspring, huh…" Damon checked out his progress again. Along with his four elements-packed crimson lance, these three would currently be the strongest skills in his arsenal.
It was almost ironic that, despite being an unholy being himself, his skills ultimately condemned his people. But it did not matter. "This will work out well when I pay a visit to the Blood Lands." Damon grinned. Bloodlands were full of the Unholy and the Undead, and these two would be perfect when he had to face a large number of enemies.
He could already picture it, stepping into the corrupted gravefields of the Blood Lands, where necrotic fog hung like curtains over desecrated ruins, and ghoulish armies clawed their way out of crimson soil.
And in the center of it all, him, a vampire glowing with sanctified light, tearing through the legions of the damned not with shadow or death magic, but with radiance, holy energy so pure it seared the air itself.
