Theron's golden eyes burned with fury as bat-like wings erupted from Ivan's back.
"Still, we meet again, King Galewyn," Ivan taunted.
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Cedric appeared beside him, sword already mid-swing.
"Do you think I'll let you escape?" he shouted. "Since you dared to come, I'll make sure you don't live!"
Ivan glanced toward him—but it was too late. The blade flashed past, carving a deep gash across his chest. Blood spilled out, but in mere seconds, the wound sealed shut as Ivan leapt back.
"Damn basta—" he growled, but was abruptly cut off.
A blade glowing with holy mana pierced through his back. Thane, bathed in radiant light, stood behind him. His grip tightened on the sword as he swung hard, slicing Ivan clean in half.
Blood spewed out, painting the already blood-soaked battlefield—but the cut healed almost instantly.
Ivan clenched his teeth in fury. A blood-forged sword manifested along his arm.
"Die!" he roared, swinging back—
> In a blur of motion, his arm was sliced clean off — the severed limb flew upward, fingers still wrapped around the hilt, blood spiraling behind it.
Ivan quickly retreated, putting distance between him and his enemies. His arm, though already regenerating, was slower this time. His glowing red eyes flared with rage.
Cedric now stood beside Thane, whose blade dripped with blood.
"Looks like your regeneration has gotten slower," Cedric said coolly.
"Takes you three times as long to regrow an arm.
Guess you must be a high-rank vampire.
Even when we pierce your heart, you keep living... So you're constantly moving it during battle, aren't you?"
Ivan's arm had already fully regenerated as his severed one fall down.
Cedric with a cold gaze. "Now let's cut off your head. Let's see how long that takes to grow back!"
With a flash of motion, he sliced the severed arm into pieces, blood raining down like crimson droplets in the air.
Ivan smiled.
"Hmph. You're quite smart—and your analysis is spot on." Then his eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. "But maybe… you shouldn't have done that."
He slightly moved his fingers. In an instant, the falling blood twisted mid-air, transforming into dozens of needle-sharp blood spikes that shot toward them like missiles.
CLANG!
The spikes struck a shimmering golden barrier that had appeared around Cedric and Thane, deflecting the attack.
Ivan's gaze shifted sharply—his eyes landing on Briala, who stood at a distance, arms raised, golden magic swirling in her hands.
"I see…" Ivan muttered darkly. "I forgot you actually existed. If I had remembered, I would have killed all of you earlier. But I guess… it's not too late."
Above him, hundreds of blood-red swords appeared, forming in the air like a rain of death.
"You can all die now," he said with a smile.
With a wave of his hand, the blood blades shot forward, streaking toward everyone present like a storm of red death.