This might be a trap, don’t rush with attack.

Malleteagan’s POV

Thersar looked as if he was in the same thrill that Kandreah was a few moments ago. I forgot that he is a necromancer fae elder, too. A few vampires sent to pass the pavement waved to us from the other side. They seemed safe and sound. As soon as they passed, smoke on the pavement ebbed, pentagrams reshuffled to their initial, indecipherable position on pavement and fire and flames of pentagram dimmed and disappeared. We would be in the dark again if Thersar hadn’t provided us with the flame from his fingers. Kandreah got back to his…well…I wouldn’t say normal…but to his usual self.

“Those are necromancy spikes on the walls. They suck the life away from the victim and the victim’s soul. They can’t do anything to vampiric faes as we are undead, but we are also not alive technically. Smoke is the essence of the living souls, their life hopes and dreams that were harvested along with their lives. If a living soul passes throughout, pavement slabs activate the walls; wa