Victor only stopped when the last red line vanished behind him.
The forest around him was unrecognizable. Ancient trunks had been split in half, some cut apart by shockwaves, others crushed by poorly controlled discharges of Black Lightning. The smell of burned blood, shattered ice, and freshly split wood hung suspended in the air, forming a heavy, metallic mixture that seemed to cling to the throat. Masked corpses were scattered in different directions, some whole enough to be recognized as vampires, others reduced to broken shapes that only confirmed something alive had been there before.
Victor took one deep breath, then let the air out slowly.
His body hurt.
