“Just who do they think they are dealing…”
Wispern Tod stopped as he realized his consciousness had returned to his Phylactery. Shame and resentment coursed throughout his entire essence. What an embarrassment, to be defeated by that paltry band of vampires. Wispern Tod’s mind finally came to a horrible but self-evident realization.
He had lost his body. His original body he had held since his mortal days centuries ago. All of those Von Carsteins were to blame but there was one in particular who would pay dearly. The one adorned with the golden cloak and mace. What a ridiculous sight to behold; a vampire with a holy weapon. Did that fool even know who’s markings were on his mace… but that radiant power had shattered his form beyond repair.
Wispern Tod needed a body. His mind scoured his options. It wouldn’t be the same but nothing could change that now… the blue dragon’s corpse! It was nearby and a suitable form. Wispern Tod felt the sensation of a smile he could not currently manifest. It was a just a matter of time before he would find them again.