The lesser vampire knew that if Alexander's sword were to hit him, it would be complete annihilation.
Yet turning into mist and changing into a bat was not working. His powers had weakened under the blazing light, and he could not concentrate properly to perform a proper transformation.
While he was thinking of a way to somehow get out of this situation, his blood shield trembled from the weight of Alexander's attack.
He poured more mana into it, thickening the surface wherever the golden light reached him. Even so, heat spread across his skin.
Maintaining the shield was becoming difficult, and every attempt to gather his power ended with another sharp wave of pain.
He had survived for more than a century. He had given up a lot of things and had done many undesirable things just to survive. He didn't want to die; he didn't want to disappear.
"I don't accept it!" The lesser vampire shouted.
