Cain did not waste another breath.
The moment the line of Moonshade vampires stood firm before him, weapons raised, eyes burning with accusation, he stepped forward.
He did not draw a blade.
He did not release a spell.
He simply moved.
To the onlookers, it looked like he vanished and reappeared in the same heartbeat.
Bang.
The first Blood Knight in his path felt a force slam into his chest like a battering ram. Armor that had endured countless battles dented inward with a sickening crunch, and the knight's body lifted from the ground before crashing backward into two others behind him.
"What—"
Bang.
Cain's shoulder drove into another soldier's midsection, sending him tumbling end over end through the air. The impact echoed across the stone path leading to the tower gates.
Bang.
Another fell.
