"I have to admit, he is pretty strong, but it's so unfortunate that he clashed with head-on. Maybe after I've accomplished all my missions, I might give him the privilege to end once and for all. I can feel the hate he has for , etched deep in his heart," Derek says as he looks at the two moons hanging in the sky.
Looking at his surroundings, he is quite surprised by the amount of damage that was caused by his clash against Arthur, despite trying to minimize the amount of damage caused. This might seem weird for a man that doesn't care about anyone or any damage caused, as long as he achieves his goals. However, the Bates mansion is a place where he wouldn't want to destroy because of the history behind it. It was one of the places that made his youth amazing.
Crouching a little bit, Derek propels himself into the sky like a missile, moving at an amazing speed.
While Derek is gone, a figure can be seen lying on the ground helplessly, their figure covered in bruises while their clothes are barely covering their body. This figure is none other than Arthur.
"Why… Why can't I get stronger any further? Why can't I be as strong as Jake? I thought I was one of the most powerful vampires to ever exist. However, compared to this man, I don't hold a candle. He one-shotted with a blast of aura and broke a demon-tier sword without even moving from his position."
"Why can't I do anything, why!!!!!!!!!" Arthur bellows, stretching his right hand into the air as if he wants to hold sothing, but he can't catch it.
"The difference between and that man is like trying to grab the air with my palm, it's almost impossible…" Arthur mutters, his eyes closing unwillingly. He tries as much as possible to open his eyes, but his body doesn't listen one bit.
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"Aren't you too calm for what is happening right now?" A figure asks. This figure is none other than Jill.
"Well… it's not that anything is going to change if I decide to join the ongoing clash. I won't hold a candle against him," Zamira, the person sitting adjacent to Jill replies.
"Who knew he was going to co back? I thought he was dead!" Jill exclaims, rubbing her palms in uncertainty. "I wonder how he will react if he learns about and Jake or the real identity of Jake," Jill adds, her fear growing more intense.
"I don't think he is really after you. He might have been in love with you in the past, but knowing him, he wouldn't go as far as doing anything to us as long as we don't get in his way. However, sothing feels weird about him this ti, and I don't have a good feeling about it. He doesn't care about hurting people," Zamira speculates, taking a sip of wine from the cup she's holding.
"Just why… why is he hell-bent on killing all the dhampirs?" Jill asks, her frustration flaring further.
"That… no one knows. I don't even know where Jake is at the mont. He might still be at the celestial monkey planet," Zamira explains and lets out a sigh.
While talking with Zamira, Jill suddenly notices sothing strange. In a small movent, she moves her right hand at an amazing speed, catching a thin needle-like object that was aid at her.
The force from the needle pushes her chair backward, causing the legs of the chair to scrape the hard floor with such great force that it's akin to being hit by a truck.
Zamira on the other hand is stupefied at the way Jill caught the projectile. Zamira had always seen her sister as a weak and unserious vampire lord. However, whatever Jill just did now proved her wrong. The movents, the speed and the montum at which Jill stopped the projectile are amazing.
"Not bad, sis!" Zamira exclaims with a bright smile on her face as if she just won the lottery. She feels like hugging her sister right now and then and apologizes for all the bad things she has said about her.
"Sister, we've got company!" Jill shouts, snapping Zamira out of her daze, causing Zamira to shake her head and burst out of the room through the ceiling.
Jill, gritting her teeth also does the sa, following her sister' move. While flying mid-air, Jill and Zamira see a scene that catches them unaware.
Reacting to the threat outside, Zamira instinctively descends a few ters from them while Jill follows suit.
Right in front of them are standing about 20 vampires, ten of them at the lord stage while the remaining ten are at the noble stage. While Zamira is still taking in the details, another vampire lands in front of the twenty vampires, causing Zamira and Jill to further leap backward instinctively again.
"We et again," The figure that landed mutters with his face clouded in a strange mask while his body is covered in an assassin hoodie.
"Hector, you!!!" Zamira exclaims, gritting her teeth.
"Fufu, you thought I'd forget what you did to the other day during the tournant?" Hector, who is popularly known as Zero asks Zamira as he walks forward.
"As you can see, I have ten vampire lords with , do you think you stand a chance?" Zero adds.
"This ti, I have my sword and armor, dealing with you will be a walk in the park," Zamira says, a sword with crystal embedded in its hilt appearing in her hand while a set of armor adorns her body.
Taking a signature stance, Zamira raises her sword above her head, her eyes glowing red.
"Swordcraft… 500 blades cut!"
"Spread around!!" Hector shouts, informing his n about the incoming danger.
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