Sacred vs. Profane

You pull out the silver cross, and the reaction is immediate and dramatic. The vampires recoil as if struck by lightning, their faces contorting in pain and rage.

“Blessed silver!” Andrew hisses, shielding his eyes. “Where did you get that?”

The cross glows with an inner light, and you feel a surge of confidence. But your victory is short-lived – while the cross keeps them at bay, you realize you’re still outnumbered and they’re only temporarily deterred.

“Clever,” Andrew admits, his voice strained. “But silver only burns us, mortal. It doesn’t destroy us. And dawn is still hours away.”