The courtyard rumbled as the nine Vampire Lords circled Aamir, their combined auras turning the air heavy like molten iron. Crimson lightning crackled across the ground, and even the distant guards watching from the palace walls shivered under the sheer power gathered here.
Aamir stood in the middle of it all, his hands casually in his pockets, a sharp grin pulling at his lips.
"Come on, then," he taunted. "Show me why they call you lords."
Clicy vanished first, her speed so fast she blurred out of sight. In an instant, she reappeared behind Aamir, her "Crimson Flash Kick" cutting through the air like a blade.
Aamir tilted his head slightly. Too slow.
With a single step, he sidestepped the kick, his hand casually flicking out. His finger tapped Clicy's forehead—
BOOM!
She was launched backward like a cannonball, slamming into the ground, carving a crater.
