'He knows that Raphael is our only hope of escaping,' Seraphina muttered inwardly, glaring at Daemoth. 'He will definitely try to eliminate him first. I can take advantage of his obsession with the theatrical performance by showing him something that will make him forget everything else.'
"I will be the one fighting him," she declared, her pupils compressing into vertical slits.
Her hair began swaying, its color changing to a pulsating red. Her nails elongated, turning into claws. Her canines lengthened, becoming sharp like daggers.
The temperature in the area rose dramatically. Vapors rose from the ground as the sheet of thick ice began melting.
'I'm sorry, Vlad,' she murmured inwardly, glancing at Vlad's unconscious figure. 'You did so much to help me keep my identity hidden. But there is nothing more important to me than your life right now. Not even keeping my identity hidden.'
