So, after about an hour had passed, Selene had fully recovered. She moved with the same deadly grace and sharpness as always—her strength visibly back to normal.
Luke glanced down at his updated stats on the display in his mind, already calculating his next move. This was going to be a big one, and he needed to be prepared. There was no room for mistakes or surprises.
With his current MP at 190, he figured he could use his basic fire magic skills up to 26 times before his mana would be completely drained. And once empty, it would take about two hours for his MP to fully recover—a risky window, but manageable if he timed it right.
Meanwhile, Michael, who had been untied but remained far from calm, was visibly shaking. The poor guy was scared shitless—now fully aware of the brutal truth that a whole pack of werewolves was hunting him down like bloodthirsty predators stalking their prey.
Michael's fear wasn't just nerves. It was pure, raw terror. He couldn't exactly run to the police and say, "Hey, werewolves are after me," without risking getting locked up—or worse, laughed at. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Luke couldn't blame him for that. Watching Michael's haunted eyes, Luke saw a reflection of himself—the same shadow of fear and confusion that had flickered inside him the moment he landed in the chaotic and ruthless MCU world.
"Then, Selene, should we go and find out the truth you wanted to know?" Luke asked as he stood up and stretched his arms. He wanted to get moving. They were about to head to the Coven, the place where Viktor was sleeping, so they could wake him up and finally confront him.
Luke already knew the gist of what was going to happen. What Selene really needed was to hear it straight from Viktor himself — to get that confirmation she was looking for. After that, Luke planned to make sure that Viktor paid for what he did. He was ready to set that old vampire's ass on fire, figuratively speaking.
This was also one of the main reasons Luke wanted Selene by his side. Without her, going to the Coven would be way too risky. But with Selene, who knew the ins and outs of the place, getting in and out would be much easier.
Just then, Michael spoke up, his voice steady but with a hint of nervous determination. "Wait, take me with you."
Luke raised an eyebrow, surprised but not exactly shocked.
Michael wasn't dumb; he'd figured out that the reason he was still alive was because of Luke. So it made perfect sense he wanted to stick close until he could figure out what to do next.
"Are you sure you want to come?" Luke asked again, raising an eyebrow as he looked Michael over carefully.
They were about to head straight into the Coven—a place thick with vampires. Luke knew he could handle himself there. After all, he'd picked up some tricks and skills along the way.
But Michael? This wasn't his cup of tea, and Luke wasn't about to pretend it was safe for him. The vampires there weren't just your regular night stalkers; they were hunters, predators who didn't think twice before taking a life.
Michael was already pale and jittery, like he wanted nothing more than to disappear.
Michael swallowed hard, the tension clear in his voice. "Yeah... I want to come."
Luke shook his head slowly, a small, half-smile tugging at his lips—not mocking, but amused by Michael's stubbornness. "Look, this isn't some casual get-together. The Coven is packed—hundreds of vampires roaming around, dressed sharp in suits or dark gowns, mixing and plotting behind their smiles. It's not the kind of crowd you want to mess with if you like staying alive."
He leaned in a little closer, voice dropping to a serious tone. "If you come with us, you better be ready for one thing—if you slip up even once, you'll end up as nothing but a dried-up corpse. And no one will shed a tear."
Michael's eyes went wide, as if he'd just spotted a ghost right in front of him. That tough, confident act he'd been putting on completely vanished, replaced by pure, raw fear. He took a shaky step back, his body tense, clearly trying to wrap his head around the danger Luke was talking about.
Luke looked at him and asked again, "You still sure you want to come?"
"No thanks," he muttered quickly, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the thought. "I don't have a death wish."
Luke chuckled softly. "Good call. You're smarter than you look."
Then, noticing how tense Michael was getting, Luke held up a hand to calm him down. "But listen, don't stress too much. Just lay low for a couple of days. Stay off the grid—no phone calls, no texts, don't even think about going to the cops."
Michael blinked, confusion and fear mixing in his eyes. "Why? What's going to happen?"
Luke gave him a steady, knowing look. "Because over the next two days, a whole lot of crazy stuff is about to go down. Stuff that could change everything. Trust me, it's better if you just disappear for a bit."
He didn't say more—not yet. There were too many wild plans swirling in his mind, and not the right moment to share them all. But the bottom line was clear: once he dealt with the werewolves and vampires causing trouble, no one would be after Michael anymore.
Michael didn't ask what the crazy stuff was. Somehow, he felt it was better not to know. Sometimes, ignorance was a kind of protection.
He nodded slowly, the fear still in his eyes but mixed with a flicker of relief. Luke had his back, even if the world was falling apart around them.
Luke fell into step behind Selene as she led the way through the dimly lit streets. The city around them was quiet, almost too quiet, and the faint hum of distant traffic did little to ease the tension hanging in the air.
After a few tense minutes, they arrived at a nondescript building wedged between two taller structures—a vampire safe house. It looked ordinary enough, with plain brick walls and a simple door, but Luke knew better than to judge by appearances here.
Without any hesitation, Selene punched in a code on a hidden panel beside the door. It clicked open, and she pushed the heavy door inwards. The interior was stark but secure—dim overhead lights cast long shadows.
In the garage sat a sleek, black car, polished to a mirror shine, waiting quietly like a predator ready to pounce.
"This is where we get the car," Selene said softly, not taking her eyes off the road as she led Luke inside. "From here, it's a straight shot to the Coven. Things will get tricky once we're inside."
They slid into the car, Selene slipping behind the wheel, and Luke settling into the passenger seat. The engine hummed smoothly as Selene pulled out onto the street.
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Note: Some people think 10,000 EXP for the Corvinus Immortal Blood from Michael is too low, but it's important to remember that this is unawakened blood, so its value is naturally lower. Once awakened or fully developed, its worth would be much higher.