Aldric crashed into the ground, his deformed face already beginning to regenerate.
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth.
The reason became clear.
Draven had landed directly on top of him.
The force of the impact had shattered Aldric's ribs and spine, crushing his organs beneath the weight of Draven's body.
Aldric looked up at him, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Draven's left leg remained planted firmly on his body, keeping him pinned to the ground.
Draven reached down with his right hand and grabbed Aldric's left hand.
His crimson eyes glowed as he stared down at him.
"Damn ronte, why don't you keep running that damn, fucked-up mouth of yours?"
He pulled.
**CRACK!**
Aldric's arm was ripped clean off.
Blood sprayed from the severed stump.
Aldric clenched his teeth, his face twisting with anger.
The vampire girl remained standing in the same spot, staring at the scene in disbelief.
*He's able to take down Aldric—a High Blood vampire—that easily?*
Draven's leg was still pressing Aldric into the ground.
He glanced at the severed hand in his grip.
"Ooh, I guess you could just grow a new one."
As if to prove his point, Aldric's severed arm quickly regenerated.
Flesh formed over the exposed bone, followed by muscle and skin.
Within moments, a brand-new hand had grown back.
"That was quick," Draven said.
He was still holding Aldric's torn-off hand.
Draven casually tossed it behind him.
Then—
a frightening smile slowly spread across his face.
His crimson eyes glowed intensely.
"Let's see if you can also regrow a new head."
Suddenly—
the blood scattered across the ground beneath Aldric began to move.
Blood spikes shot upward, racing toward Draven.
Draven reacted instantly.
He jumped backward, narrowly avoiding the spikes as they tore through the space where he had been standing.
He landed a short distance away and slowly straightened himself.
Aldric pushed himself up from the ground.
"Kid, you're really strong for a mixed-blood unable to use Mana," Aldric said."that was fun."
He looked at Draven seriously.
"I'll admit, I underestimated you at first."
Aldric wiped the blood from his mouth.
"I just wanted to see the Prince I'd heard about and maybe talk with him, but you kept ignoring me, even when I attacked you."
He gave a small sigh.
"So I thought insulting you might catch your attention."
He lowered his head.
"But I ended up getting beaten up instead."
Aldric bowed his head.
"So I'm sorry if I said anything that offended you attacking you was stupid of me but fun still."
Draven stared at Aldric without the slightest emotion on his face.
"What the hell are you yapping about?"
His voice suddenly turned cold.
"The moment you said crap about my mama, you were already a dead man."
Aldric felt a chill run down his spine.
"What I said sorry, so I—"
**BAM!**
His words were cut off by a blow that landed squarely on his face.