Chapter 174: Retribution's Edge

Enoch and Kendalf exchanged a brief, knowing glance, their shared history speaking volumes in silence. "You're right, Zendedari," Enoch conceded, his voice low but firm. "A vampire would flee from us, not draw us in like this. So who did you anger enough to elicit this level of hatred?" Zendedari shrugged, his calm exterior masking the storm within. The hatred festering inside him was ancient and deep, a rage that had smoldered for so long it had become a part of him. He knew that the moment he faced the ones responsible for his torment, the demon within him would awaken, hungry for vengeance. "It doesn’t matter who," Zendedari replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "All that matters is that they believe I wronged them. And now, I will show them what real wrong feels like." His gaze swept the rain-soaked ground before him. "The door is here." Enoch focused his mind, probing the area with careful precision. "The human is asleep," he reported, his voice a whisper against the growing te