BOOOM!
Debris exploded outward, showering them with dust. From the settling rubble, Dracula emerged... face faintly wrinkled, clothes coated in dust, his expression unreadable.
He stared at them with a calm that was somehow more dangerous than rage.
Before Leo could react, A crushing pressure slammed down on them.
Leo's knees almost buckled. Every muscle trembled under the invisible weight, but his arms never loosened around Ophis. The pressure grew heavier, grinding on his bones. His teeth clenched so tightly his lips split, a thin line of blood streaking down his chin.
He wasn't going to let go.
Then, suddenly, the weight vanished. The cloaked figure stood between him and Dracula, one hand extended.
"Ha… ha…" Leo panted, glancing at her. "H-How is he even alive? The backlash… it should've killed him, right?"
Her brow furrowed. "Maybe… he's stronger than I thought." She raised her curved blade.
