Chapter 195: The Golden Visitor

Zendedari fought with a primal intensity, his movements a blur of raw power as he raked his talons across Randolf’s face. The vampire’s anguished cry pierced the night, a cacophony of fury and fear. Still, Zendedari pressed on, his strikes relentless, carving into Randolf’s chest with a determination that seemed almost otherworldly. Each laceration was a testament to his resolve, draining the vampire of his dark vitality. Through the haze of battle, Zendedari kept Caitlin at the forefront of his mind, but he refused to let her plight overshadow his focus. He could not afford to entertain any thoughts of her danger; the fight demanded his full attention. The exhilaration of the conflict surged through him, fueling his strength and sharpening his senses. Randolf staggered, reeling from the onslaught. Desperation twisted his face as he retreated to the cover of the trees, his voice echoing a chilling invocation to the heavens. The sky responded with a vengeful crackle, lightning lancing