It was blank... Nothing on the front, nothing on the back.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. He was being tricked. Again and again. His fury twisted his face as he glared at Leo, who stood firm, smirking with that faint confidence.
Just then, movement stirred nearby.
Nergal, who had fallen earlier, finally staggered to his feet, his massive frame swaying as he shook his head. "Arrh… my head hurts… arrh… my head," he groaned, clutching his skull as something inside throbbed violently.
Dracula snarled and, without hesitation, slapped the side of Nergal's head.
Tang!
A metallic sound rang out. A bullet slipped free, falling from a fresh hole at Nergal's temple. He groaned again, but this time his body steadied.
The pain dulled, his head cleared… and then his eyes burned with fury.
He turned sharply toward Raphael's friend.
She flinched and raised the gun, finger trembling on the trigger, but before she could even press it—
