Endgame
And that's when vampires in SWAT gear tore into the lair, firing rounds of pyrokinetic material at the tryks in the room. Ophelia glanced in despair as she realized this campaign was ruined..all of it...
"Retreat!" She summoned her wings back to her power and made to take off.
That was when a fist tore through her back and out her chest, holding her still beating heart in its hand.
"No. This is where you die," the Patriarch said with cold assurance. He muttered a word and his fist lit in flames, quickly covering the tryk queen in fire. Her shriek rang out through the cavern as she melted into ash. The male tryks wailed in grief, making them easy targets for the armed vampires. "Release the men from the slabs. We have much to do after this."
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