Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1060 A Dead Man
Crystal’s POV:
“What’s the matter?” Sorrell’s face remained devoid of any color. Beneath him, his foot was completely impaled by the letter opener, but there was no blood. Not even a single drop.
I said nothing more. I merely took a couple of steps forward and braced myself. When I was sure that he was distracted, I lunged at him.
Sorrell was slow to react. He managed to dodge my attack at the last minute, but his movements were stiff. I chased after him and landed a kick on his knees. He crumpled to the ground, and the cracking sound of broken bones filled the room. It wasn’t until I had pinned him down that I noticed Sorell’s body was stone-cold. He was cold all over.
He didn’t even struggle against me. He simply slumped there, his head hung low, as if he were already dead.
Sure enough, when I touched the base of his neck, I found no pulse. I dislodged the letter opener from his foot. Neither the blade nor the wound was stained with blood. I pried the wound open and found that the flesh inside had already dried up and was starting to decompose.
This was a dead man!
But this animated corpse was still speaking to me, asking repeatedly what was happening and what was wrong.
I was so terrified that I dropped the letter opener and scrambled off the body. Only the black witches and the vampires had the ability to control the dead. Noreen was gone, and most of the black witches who were still alive had retreated from the world. That only left the vampires. If Sorrell had been dead for some time, that would explain how the report about their pack being attacked was fabricated. The vampires simply wanted to lure Rufus out of the imperial capital!
Their infiltration went deeper than I thought. Rufus was likely in danger at this very moment. My heart clenched as a fiery wave of anxiety rushed through my veins. I needed to find him as soon as possible. I was turning to leave when Sorrell’s body began to twitch violently. An awful smell rose from the corpse as its skin turned black.
It was about to explode!
Horrified, I covered my face with my arm and fled to the door. In the next second, the corpse exploded, sending pieces of rotting flesh all over the room. The foul bodily fluids were splattered on the walls, and the mere whiff of it made me retch.
It was soon starting to corrode everything it touched, and I knew then that it was toxic. I wasted no time and used my witchcraft to form a crystal ball and use it to keep the horrendous m@ssfrom leaking out. It seemed that this room was no longer usable. Just then, I heard a loud thud from above. I turned into a wolf and crashed through the window. I leaped out into the terrace and onto the roof. As expected, I found a vampire peeping through the ceiling with some kind of controlling device in his hand. That disgusting explosion must have been his doing.
The vampire whirled toward me and bared his fangs. “Werewolf,” he growled in disdain.
I roared in response, and then rushed forward and scratched his arm. Vampire blood could not stand any exposure to light, as it would cause an excruciating burning sensation.
The vampire hastily covered the scratches with his other arm and shot me a murderous glare. His fangs seemed to sharpen before my eyes. He was poised to k*il*l. He used his powers to teleport next to me, his poisonous fingernails already aimed at my chest.
I wasn’t about to let him hurt me, of course. I dodged to the side and turned over. Then, in one swift motion, I pounced and bit off the vampire’s hand.
He screamed in pain, even as he tried to swipe at me with his other hand.
I shifted back to my human shape and dropped his severed hand at my feet. The vampire grabbed his chance. He took out a red bead from his pocket and smashed it to the ground, and we were immediately engulfed in a thick smoke.
I covered my nose and mustered the power of the black witch in my body. I waved my arm, and the smoke disappeared in an instant. The vampire had fled into the distance by then. I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath before chasing after him.