"Don't get the wrong idea, Dragoth."
BOOOOOOM!!
With a colossal slash that tore through the void itself, Frey sent his opponent flying—all the way back to the place where everything began: Yharnam.
"What you see before you… is a monster of a different breed. One completely unlike Abraham Starlight."
Teleporting instantly, Frey pursued him without hesitation.
"Make no mistake—unlike my father, I don't leave my enemies alive!"
Frey's swords moved at terrifying speed—feral and ruthless—ripping through Dragoth's flesh with unrelenting force. His thick killing intent poured out without end.
Despite receiving those devastating blows, Dragoth didn't retreat. Not once.
Instead, with a terrifying grin, he lunged forward and sank his teeth into Frey's neck, ripping out a large chunk of flesh as he laughed wildly.
"Really? A monster of a different kind?! Then why does your blood taste exactly the same as any other human!!"
