As Bertram's furious command echoed across the battlefield with arrogance and confidence, the scattered priests and paladins began regaining focus. The chaotic formation tightened. Shields were raised. Buffs were cast.
Dozens of players turned their attention away from the villainous Blood God and towards the lone suspicious well, the supposed entrance of the Dark Faction's stronghold. Numerous spells were cast all targeted toward the single worn out well.
Bertram's eyes shone with coldness. "What are you going to do now, Blood God? The victory will be ours."
Meanwhile, Damon only grinned as he appeared behind yet another healer. With a single cleave, one more was dead and he wasted no time in absorbing the tasty delicious blood.
Blood Reign was not wrong. Divine blood and holy blood was indeed the most delicious but nothing could even come close to Aurora's blood. Damon grinned as he recalled the amazing skill he stole from her.
