The air buzzed with sothing unspoken. The usual liveliness of the district was tinged with an underlying tension, a shift in the fabric of the city itself. Even the skyline shimred with a sense of inevitability, as if the city itself was holding its breath.
Sothing was happening. And at the heart of this unseen storm—
A confrontation. Silent Night stood unmoving, her sharp gaze fixed on the two figures before her. Clad in black from head to toe, their presence was more than just ominous—it was suffocating. She knew who they were.
Or rather—what they represented.
Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. A part of her had expected sothing like this. The mont she learned of Dracula's dealings with House Obsidian, it was only a matter of ti before his fangs turned toward her.
A cold smirk ghosted her lips.
"So… Dracula has finally decided to bare his fangs, huh?" Her voice was calm—too calm.
The alley surrounding her was cramped, buildings looming like silent spectators. She was boxed in, flanked on both sides by the Phantom Guards. They had left her no exits. But Silent Night wasn't the type to run.
Not when she could fight.
The two figures didn't respond imdiately. They stood there, unmoving, exuding an aura so thick with malice it nearly choked the air itself. It wasn't just pressure—it was the weight of death itself, as if sothing had crawled straight out of the depths of hell and anchored itself to this mont.
Phantom Guards—at least what Dracula nad them.
The very shadow of Dracula.
A quiet exhale left her lips as her gaze swept over them. Their aura was suffocating—a presence that reeked of death, the weight of countless lives snuffed out without a trace. It was as if sothing crawled straight from the abyss, wearing the illusion of n.
These weren't just assassins.
They were like barbingers of death. Silent Night exhaled. She wasn't making it out of this alive. That much was certain.
She could already feel it—a third presence. Sothing far worse powerful than these two. Sothing lurking just beyond her perception, watching.
Waiting.
But if she was going to die—but dragons never go down without a fight. She'd make damn sure she didn't go alone. One of the Phantom Guards chuckled, the sound slithering through the darkness like a blade drawn slow from its sheath.
"Quite smart, aren't you, Silent Night?" his voice a low, rasping amusent that slithered through the tense air. He tilted his head, cracking his neck, the slow motion sending sickening pops echoing through the ruined alley. Silent Night exhaled sharply, lowering her stance, feeling the pulse of power surge through her veins.
She tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips.
"What a surprise. I was under the impression I was just a shadow—unseen, unnoticed. And yet, to think I've earned the attention of Dracula's personal dogs? Ah~ what an honor to be so popular. What a way to die."
Her words dripped with sarcasm, but the Phantom Guards rely chuckled in return. The second assassin let out a rasping chuckle. "It is indeed an honor, girl. Few mortals get to be erased by the this shadow force."
Silent Night exhaled, her muscles coiling like springs. "Then I won't disappoint. I'll give you a fight to rember." Her gaze sharpened, lethal and unyielding. "Hell, I might even take one of you bastards with ."
The first assassin tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Big words—"
BOOOOM!
Before he could finish, Silent Night vanished.
Not a blur.
Not a flicker.
One mont she was there. The next—destruction.
The concrete beneath her exploded, the ground collapsing inward, leaving behind a gaping crater as she launched forward at a terrifying speed. The sheer force of her movent tore apart the street, leaving jagged cracks in her wake. The air itself detonated—a sonic boom rippling outward, sending a shockwave of force through the alley.
And then—
BAM!
Her fist collided with the assassin's guard.
The impact wasn't just powerful—it was cataclysmic.
A deafening CRACK tore through the city as an invisible force erupted outward. Buildings shook violently, windows shattered into dust, and debris rained down like a storm of tal and stone. The force was so overwhelming that the nearby street rippled like water, the ground buckling inward from the sheer weight of the blow.
The assassin's entire body folded inward, his arm bending unnaturally, veins bulging under the pressure. The air around him warped, the space itself distorting under the impact.
Then—
He was sent flying.
His body tore through the air like a teor, the shockwave blasting apart everything in his path.
BAAAANG!
He slamd into a distant building with the force of a collapsing star.
The entire structure groaned, then imploded inward, walls caving like paper beneath the sheer montum of his impact. A massive crater ford where he hit, spiderweb cracks splintering outward as if reality itself had been struck.
For a mont, silence.
Then—
Drip.
A single drop of blood fell from his lips.
But it never touched the ground.
Instead—it rose.
Then another.
And another.
The blood defied gravity, twisting in the air, swirling together in unnatural patterns.
It wasn't just blood.
It felt alive.
Silent Night's eyes narrowed as she watched the crimson tendrils slither across his body, moving like sentient serpents. The assassin straightened, bones popping as he rolled his shoulders. His expression remained eerily composed—no pain, no anger.
Only amusent.
The blood around him pulsed, glowing a deep, molten red, the heat radiating from it so intense that the buildings nearby began to lt, their steel supports bending like softened wax.
Silent Night clenched her fists. This… this was bad.
Her throat felt dry as she whispered—
"Blood Burn Fiend…"
Blood Burn Fiend.
One of Dracula's most feared assassins. The guy was a goddamn nightmare, and the fact that the Vampire Emperor had sent him? That ant one thing—Silent Night wasn't supposed to leave this alley alive. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire
The second vampire, the one standing off to the side, smirked. He hadn't moved an inch, not even when Silent Night went for Blood Burn Fiend. Nah, he was just watching, like he knew how this was gonna end.
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