Chapter 4020

“Kid, don’t get too emotional,” Vastor said. “How long do you think my cover would hold if all the Eldritch hybrids in the Organization focused on Essagor? What do you think would happen once the Guardians realize I’m the Master?”

Nelia clenched her fists and jaw until they popped, but she said nothing.

“Just wait for your siblings’ signal. Let a few of them strike first in other regions so Essagor doesn’t stand out. Then… you have my permission to go wild. If there’s anyone left to kill, of course.”

Vastor warped himself outside his secret lab, appearing atop the high walls of Verlam.

“Everything ready?” he asked the guard captain.

“Yes, my lord.” Captain Eilas, unlike most men in his company, was old enough to know exactly what Vastor was capable of. “Everything has been prepared according to your instructions—months ago.”

Eilas looked at the short, plump, middle-aged man before him with utter respect, though his mouth curled into a savage grin. He almost pitied the Upyrs for their fate. Almost.