Power Lust
The catacombs turned silent again as the vampire’s cold, lifeless body slumped to the floor. Ezra had struck the fatal blow by driving the stake through Elbanir’s heart.

Though most Elder Vampires were invulnerable to ordinary weapons and could heal their wounds with just a thought, Elbanir had made the fatal mistake of biting the wrong prey.

Ezra's dark blood was seething with corruption, so instead of quenching Elbanir’s thirst, it had poisoned him.

This foolish mistake had weakened Elbanir and diminished his powers, rendering him weak and vulnerable. Ultimately, Ezra’s dark spells proved to be too much for the Elder Vampire to handle.

Having killed the vampire, Ezra pulled out the dark stake from his chest and tossed it away. Using the power of dark magic, he shaped his fingers into claws and dug into the vampire’s corpse. Reaching deep into Elbanir’s chest, he grabbed his still-beating heart and ripped it out in one go.

The crimson sack of muscles throbbed inside Ezra’s palm, its
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