The room was in chaos. Galahad was holding off three Vampires as they tried to go after the innocent ones behind the Knight. Lancelot was holding off a couple of his own, as well as two cultists. Marcus and Dad were going after the cultists and an occasionally rogue vampire that was going straight for Marcus. It was surprising that there wasn’t more, since he was probably the oldest Vampire, but the bodies that surrounded him answered that question quickly. By the entrance of the door was a strange cylindrical device that was pulsating a dark green aura. It didn’t take much to realize it was death magic and confused me why I couldn’t feel it like usual.