Master hurried down the passageway, disregarding the dormant husk of the recently-turned vampire.
The Vankoryth might have something to contribute to the cogs that must be turned, but the freshly-minted sophomores of their ranks would be no match for the darkness looming in the void.
No, instead Master would again strike at the throat of the threat, and this time he hoped it would be for good. The stone underfoot
clapped with his hurried patter, echoing into the shallow darkness to serve as his only companion for now... a welcome friend in the face of what was to come.