The moment those words fell, it seemed like the entire world had fallen into silence.
Even the plague which had been proactively eating away at his flesh had fully disappeared.
Instead, what replaced it was this feeling of dread he couldn't quite shake away.
The vampire I had woken up earlier seemed to have lost himself too, but he was still pretty easy to handle, Neraxis pondered. But she's a Transcendent, around 4 major ranks above me.
Of course, he had never even faced a Saint or Mythic-ranked individual, but if one thing was certain, then the Transcendents would simply be on another level.
However, in the midst of his thoughts, Neraxis saw a particular something in the distance.
The plague, which had been spreading its eerie black self, had begun retracting at an incredibly fast speed, until eventually, there was nothing left.
It went inside the same hole he had just come out of and left Evangeline.
