The lesser vampire was getting frustrated. The two boys in front of him were simply third-mantle aura users.
He, who had drunk a lot of blood, had already surpassed the strength of the third mantle and was currently at a similar strength to a fifth mantle aura user.
With his current strength, he should be easily able to overwhelm these two boys. Yet the reality shown before him was different.
He had used his blood magic, hypnosis, swordmanship, even normal magic, and all his other abilities; he could not overcome the two before him.
The vampire drove his blood sword toward Cael's chest. Cael shifted his blade, allowing the thrust to slide along its edge as he stepped aside.
The force still pushed his arm outward, but before the vampire could follow him, Alexander struck from the opposite side.
The vampire withdrew his sword and blocked. A heavy clang rang through the cellar.
