40 Dreaming of a Red Christmas (2/2)

It was a trick he had learned during his combat with the Oddities, using the skill to avoid their triple attack tactics. It would allow him to remain visible but still avoid damage, Draig looked imposing leading such a large force but it would be unfortunate for those other representative races from the other Planes.

Elsewhere at different locations bright flashes of light began descending, however there were many small Flashes. As it cleared it showed that there was not just one representative race, either that or something was amiss.

Back in the City in a ornate hall Zarra stood outraged as he stared at these other beings from the different Planes, he had just witnessed this obvious attempt at an invasion. Gritting his teeth he lunged into the group kicking one into the air, he had decided this was a pointless endeavor but he would be able to help.

He would be able to get rid of the opposing sides greatest trump cards, just as the other races had caught up and a loud explosion erupted. The whole city was silent as the witnessed this, Draig far away had recognized that figure who had detonated. He felt a wave of emptiness strike him, the answers he was seeking had just been ripped from him.

Draig thought hard on the last conversation he and Zarra held, his parting words that day. Draig couldn't deny that inside he desired family, he had been human and perhaps in some places he still was. He had seen all those flashes in the distance as well, he had to assume the worst and this was no longer a staged fight.

Draig wasted no time rushing for the Elf City, he needed to boost their numbers and that city was the only way. He mentally summoned those elders he had turned, this was no longer a game. Draig knew he would have to rally everyone he could but for now he would kill and raise any who stood before him and turn any who were worth the effort.

Liam who had previously faced Draig felt a change on the wind, it seemed he was not long for the world. He hoped that his successor would be able to live up to his name, unfortunately he was unaware that his death was coming in the hands of a forgotten foe.

Draig making a path for the city had started casting flames onto the surrounding forest, he was intent on allowing no escape. He would use this opportunity to fix his shortcoming by draining the blood of these elves just as before and boosting his mana pool.

Draig's eyes during this phase of events had slowly seen a transformation, growing from a predatory gold to a menacing Crimson.

There was a theory that was suggested long ago that suggested vampires were only capable of growing when they were being pressured. Not any kind of pressure mind you but a combination of pressures from the mind, a fear even that grew from the heart.

Desperation was one of the guiding forces of this transformation as well, desperation from the possibility of being wiped out. Greed played a roll as well, the want for a evolution was strong. Draig didn't even realize himself that he was undergoing a change as victory was his only thought.

'Death will bring me strength, soon I will make every race regret these offenses. Death awaits all.” thought Draigas the Gates of the City came into view.