Every lesser vampire in the hall shrieked as their internal blood structures reacted violently. Many fell to their knees, clutching their chests as their regeneration was crippled.
"Bomb never misses!"
"Take that, bloodsuckers!"
"Shut up and capitalize," Sophie snapped, already controlling dozens of devouring vines at the vampires' minions.
Gabriel didn't delay. He leapt forward into the fading wave, resisting the residual bite of the Bomb's edge, and brought his sword down on Vargos.
This time, there was no blood shield.
The blade bit deep into the Count's shoulder, carving down his chest.
Vargos coughed blood, but his eyes were still sharp and full of vigor.
He grabbed the blade with a bare hand, fingers digging into the metal.
"You think… this is enough?" he hissed. "The Tower chose me. I am not so easily—"
Gabriel twisted his wrist.
Crimson Judgement glowed brightly as he poured mana into the blade, forcing the weapon's latent pressure to spike.
