When Abel recovered from laughing, he cocked his head back, licking the blood around his lips.
"Since when… did you call the shots?" Abel's canines slowly grew longer into fangs, taking Firion off guard as the latter jumped back, wide-eyed. "I'm pleased you came, Viscardi."
When everyone noticed Abel's fangs growing, some of them took a step back. Others held their breaths. During the coven, Abel… could never use any vampire abilities. That being said, baring his fangs was impossible.
Abel held on to his chains, and with one slight pull, the chains came off the walls.
Firion, who was the closest to Abel, took another step back. His eyes went wide, his sword trembling.
"How… is this possible?" Firion's voice shook, taking another careful step back with his hand raised at Abel. However, before his heel could touch the floor, a hand soaked with nothing but blood grabbed his face.
