Chapter 295: Conflicts

LUMINA   Lazarus looked even more dangerous in person than he had earlier. His dark eyes tracked our approach with predatory intelligence, and despite the fact that he was imprisoned and powerless, there was something about his presence that screamed threat. Age and power and barely contained violence, all wrapped up in a form that looked deceptively human.   I heard one of the elders----I think it was Elder Chen----gasp softly. Elder Harriet had gone pale, her usual composure cracking. Even Elder Johnson looked shaken, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of stern authority.   "This is Lazarus," Xenois said, his voice carrying throughout the basement. "A nightwalker of the old blood, over five hundred years old according to his own claims. He and several others attacked our home approximately two hours ago. They ransacked the house searching for something specific, and when they tried to flee, Riley and Lake trapped this one using a light prison they'd constructed as a precautiona