"That aside, you just released your own blood toward me. What happened to you having a curse?" Aaron asked Dracula, his skeletal form tilting curiously, the absence of flesh making his voice echo hollowly.
"I have been in a state of death for many years. Of course, the universe's curse on me would be destroyed. It's only natural,"
Dracula informed calmly, his posture shifting as he prepared to resume his offensive. The revelation carried a hint of inevitability, a byproduct of his long dormancy.
"Anti-Mana Field," Aaron called out decisively, the runes etched across his body glowing with fervent intensity.
The symbols pulsed like living veins, drawing upon his arcane reserves with unyielding purpose.
Dracula felt the mana in the surrounding area being sucked away rapidly, creating a vast vacuum between him and Aaron.
The air grew still and empty, devoid of the ethereal energy that fueled so many abilities, leaving a palpable void that weighed heavily on the senses.
