They were all in dark tailored suits, not robed or hiding their identities like Grandpa’s agents.
Each of them held a glowing orange sphere on their palms. My gut twisted, knowing that they were balls of spelled sunlight. The fact the clan members were able to touch them when they were vampires meant they’d been calibrated for their use.
One of the members at the front with spiky green hair sneered at me. “These are gifts from Temperance, death incarnate.”
“You are making a grave mistake,” Grandpa rumbled dangerously as he stood flanking his unit. “You stand on the verge of doing something that cannot be undone.”
“You’re the one making a mistake!” the guy yelled back. “You’re an Ancient fucking vampire protecting an unhinged, unstable necromancer—the greatest threat to our kind above all else. So many of his abilities harm the death-touched. You have a responsibility as Commander of The Shadowed to see beyond him being your grandson, Remnant!”
“This is about power for you, little more than that. Certainly not responsibility. You have not come here to protect all vampirekind.” He hissed. “I am already seeing to our survival, as I have done for centuries. How dare you challenge that?”
“Knee-jerk move also,” Evira called out. “Coming at the son of the Almighty Necromancer while claiming you’re guarding against Necromancy being used on vampirekind. Inviting it instead, don’t you think?”
The apparent leader of the clan dipped his head a little at Evira. “You are currently an outlier, but your people will respond in kind alongside us. Your father is the single force that holds them at bay. But that won’t last. Not if he knows what’s good for his leadership.”
Vampires and dragons didn’t exactly mesh well with the death-touched versus life issue. The fact he thought that would be transcended because of this situation, because of their fear toward me… it was bad.
Really, deeply, bad.
The Shadowed agents snarled at the clan.
The clan moved in.
No.
This was not happening.
I teleported in front of The Shadowed protection, then called my amber power.
The sharp visual jolted the clan, drawing their full attention to me.
“It’s nothing personal,” the leader said. Then he sneered at me. “Corpse boy.”
I heard Grandpa snarl.
The leader went on, “The power you wield, being unkillable, all that Necromancy… it’s too fucking dangerous to our kind. With this True Celestial bastard in play now, it’s dangerous to everyone. We’re allied with Temperance to contain you. The way it always should’ve been.”
“I’m not just a necromancer.”
He frowned.
I abruptly snuffed out my necromantic power, then swept a rush of my Wraith frost along their frontlines.
“I’m also Wraith.”
Gasps and cries sounded as my magic worked its will, containing all their orbs within fields of thick frost within moments.
I didn’t stop there, and I pushed my frost into them, beginning to nullify the manufactured sunlight itself.
I grunted, because it took some strain.
Zayn would be the best fit for this. He could use his magical Ifrit flame to interfere with the substance, then even siphon its power from the source. For me, this was like trying to put out dragon flame. I saw Evira moving to assist, but with her being an ice dragon, it would be the same strain as me doing it, and she obviously realized that and did something else instead.
Latching onto my frost signature, she jerked all the orbs from the vampires, and drew them toward her.
When they were a few feet out, she thrust her free hand down at the ground.
A rush of frost stabbed deep into it, driving a hole through the earth and filling it up with a mixture of her glacial magic and ice.
