Two-hundred paces ahead, there came a glow from an opening. He assumed they were headed there, as the space was elevated to prevent flooding.
“He’s one of our kind,” Susanna said. “So old that no one has ever seen him outside of his crypt.”
“Crypt?”
A crypt was for the dead, and whoever this was, they clearly were not content with eternal rest. Marc was surprised that the voice influenced her; the Contessa was not some fledgling vampire.
“He reaches out with his mind over vast distances to influence his pawns on the world stage,” Susanna said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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