All Chapters of The Broken Vampire System: Chapter 61
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~OmniscientThe castle was quieter than usual that morning. Not peaceful—just quiet. The raid on the Drogath’s camp was successful, no one had expected that after the forces they saw at the Drogath’s disposal. The smell of iron still clung to the air, carried in on the soldiers returning from the valley.Laurent walked at the center of them. The men trailing him spoke in hushed voices, half pride, half disbelief. They left him in the camp and somehow he survived. He didn’t only survive but took down the whole camp. Just what kind of person was he?Katya led them through the gate, and the guards lining the walls watched in open awe. Word had already spread—how the Drogath forge had been turned to ash overnight. How their champion, the beast with skin like steel, had fallen.Inside the hall, torches burned low. The council was waiting.The general rose first, his expression caught between suspicion and respect. “You did it.”Laurent didn’t answer. He stood at the center of the chamber,
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~OmniscientThe Drogath camp was alive again—this time not with labour but with fury. Black banners snapped in the wind, the smell of charred flesh still clinging to the air from the ruins that had once been their forge.The king’s orders had gone out at dawn: Find Laurent Draven. Bring his head. Get rewarded.The soldiers moved with grim purpose. Blacksmiths worked feverishly, hammering new weapons from the metal salvaged from their dead. Commanders barked orders, their voices rising over the clatter of armor and steel.Three divisions were chosen. One to search the mountains. Another to scour the valleys. The last—the largest—was sent to the Varukh border.Their leader, a scarred Drogath named Varruk, stood before the gathered troops, voice like thunder.“We are Drogath! We do not lose. The king wants this man alive long enough to regret what he’s done. Find him, or burn everything until he finds you.”The crowd roared.Moments later, the ground shook under their march. Iron boots t
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~OmniscientThe night burned.From the balcony of the Varukh stronghold, Laurent watched the city lights flicker — then vanish. It was sight very different what he saw at his side of earth. He stopped to wonder for a moment just where in the world he was. He knew he was sent to different places for his missions but he never actually stopped to think if those places could be found on the map. Maybe among the places inhabited by only monsters. A second later, the sound of explosion interrupted his thoughts. The colour of orange and black swallowing the distant rooftops. The shockwave rolled through the air, rattling the glass behind him.Katya burst into the room, breathless, her armor half-fastened. “They’re here—the Drogath are retaliating! We have to do something before any more lives are lost.”Laurent stood. The light from the fire outside painted his face in shifting crimson. “Get your people ready for war,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”Katya didn’t argue. She turned and ran.––
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~OmniscientThe Crimson Ascendant turned from the crater where Laurent Draven had perished, smoke rising from its molten jaws. Its molten eyes swept across the ruins until they settled on the Varukh line.Katya stood at the front, her sword shaking slightly in her grasp. Around her, the soldiers held their breath, faces pale in the flickering firelight. None dared to move. The monster’s smile split wider, teeth glowing white-hot in its blackened face.It began to walk toward them.Every step made the ground groan. Cracks spidered through the cobblestones. The smell of sulfur thickened. It didn’t need to roar again; its presence alone was enough. Laurent Draven was gone — and with him, their only chance.Katya’s lips parted, a soundless word escaping her throat.The Ascendant raised its claws but stopped halfway.“You killed my clone,” a voice said behind it. Calm. Almost conversational. “Impressive. Not many are able to achieve that feat.”The monster froze. Slowly, it turned its head
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~LaurentThe portal spat me out with a sound like tearing silk.I landed on solid ground again, boots crunching the familiar gravel path that led to Denzel’s front porch. The night air here was cooler, quieter — the hum of street lamps replacing the dying roar of war. For a moment, I just stood there, letting the silence press against me. I was back where I was supposed to be. That was nothing more than a side quest. No need to get attached.A bright light came into my vision, interrupting my thoughts.[UPDATED STATS: Laurent Draven]— Level 60 —Strength: 330Agility: 250Endurance: 220Perception: 180Intelligence: 115Skills:Shadow StepShadow CloakBlood SurgeFang BiteClaw ManifestationBat’s AgilityBlood SenseShadow DominionBlood CloneShadow PrisonHemokinesisEnergy ProjectionBlood BerserkWeapons:Fang & TalonVermilion EdgeGorath’s ChainfangEclipseraEreval (Crimson Rapier) (New)Obtained Items:Wyrm CoreMirrored FragmentEreval: A light weight saber whose slashes l
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~Ciela The creature’s roar shook the room. It was raw and guttural—like a dozen voices caught in the same throat. It was now behaving more like a monster and less than a human. It was almost as if our fight with it only helped in speeding up its transformation. Kendrix didn’t flinch though. He cracked his neck once and stepped forward, his boots scraping over the broken glass. The thing lunged first. A blur of pale muscle and black veins. Kendrix barely twisted in time—its clawed hand shredded the space beside his head, gouging a deep line through the metal wall. Sparks flew. He drove his fist up into its ribs. The impact sounded like thunder. The creature staggered half a step, then recovered and swung again. Faster. Kendrix ducked, rolled, and came up under its guard. His next punch buried itself in its gut. The creature grunted but didn’t move back this time. It was learning his rhythm. “Come on,” Kendrix muttered, gritting his teeth. It obliged. The next strike hit him dead
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~LaurentThe forest was alive with sound — snapping twigs, the rush of breath, the steady rhythm of pursuit. The monster moved fast, a blur of motion between branches, claws scraping bark. Denzel’s lightning illuminated the dark in short, fierce bursts as we ran, shadows leaping and twisting in the flashes.“Left!” I shouted.He veered just as the creature dropped from above, landing where he’d been a moment earlier. The ground split under its weight.“Persistent bastard, isn’t it?” Denzel panted, sparks dancing around his hands.“It’s running,” I said, low. “Means it’s hurt.”“Then we better finish it off before it recovers.”We picked up speed. The forest thinned, the trees pulling back to reveal a slope that dropped sharply into an open pit. The monster didn’t hesitate — it leapt straight in. The sound of cracking stone echoed below.Denzel stopped at the edge, peering down into the dark. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”“Unfortunately,” I said, and jumped.Denzel jumped in shortl
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~CalenThe forest hummed like a living thing — the kind of hum that kept bad thoughts buoyant and ambitions warm. I walked the rows of cages with the patience of a man taking inventory. Men worked around me: half-beast technicians, arcanists in stained robes, hulking figures pushing pallets of glass like they were handling infants. The new shipment — pale, slick with the dark serum — rattled softly as the wheels turned. They clacked against the timber floor, a steady, regular sound that pleased me.Girth arrived before he spoke. He barreled into my line of sight, chest heaving, scent of iron on him and fear beneath. He stood like a boulder trying to apologize for its size.“What’s the matter, Girth?” I asked, folding my hands behind my back.He spat, trying to form words between breaths. “I know who is messing with our operations and who probably killed those arcanists.”The words cleaned the air out of the room. My mouth found a smile I didn’t bother to hide.“You found him? Splendid
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~LaurentThe porch light of Denzel’s house cut through the wet night like an apology; the warm pool of lamplight made the yard look safer than it was. We set the bundles down without ceremony—Kendrix and Denzel hauling limp shapes, Ciela walking with a jitter that made me think the adrenaline hadn’t left her. The bodies were heavy, the cloth and blood and broken bone whispering between us like something that shouldn’t be touched.Ivelle was at the door before we reached the steps, hair in a messy knot, face bright with concern and a relief that made her eyes shine. “You’re back,” she breathed. She stepped forward and then froze when she saw the new faces.Ciela was already ahead of me; she moved with that practical, quick air she gets when there’s a problem that needs fixing. She glanced at Ivelle and then looked at me. “Who is she?” she asked quietly.I didn’t want to tell the truth. Lies are sometimes the only clean thing left. “My cousin,” I said. It came out like a fact. I could s
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~CielaAfter they left, the house felt too big. Ivelle and I sat on opposite ends of the room — her on the floor, polishing one of Denzel’s rods; me, perched on the couch, staring at the tied-up monsters lined along the wall. Their chests rose and fell like badly timed instruments.I cleared my throat. “So… how long have you known Laurent?”She looked up, one brow arched, like I’d asked her to solve a riddle. “Long enough to know what he’s like.”I almost smiled. “That wasn’t really an answer.”“Good. Keeps things interesting.”There was something sharp about her, something easy and hard all at once. I tried again. “You’re not scared? Of them?” I nodded at the bound monsters.“Scared?” She shrugged. “You get used to the sight of dangerous things after the first few weeks.”“So you guys face monsters often?” I asked. “Not me. It’s always Laurent and Denzel. They never let me come along.” Ivelle folded her arms. “Why does Laurent always put himself in harm’s way when he knows he can’t