Chuckkk!
His hand was severed, sliced cleanly off by a curved blade that spun through the air before flying back into the hands of Essa.
"I think… we have some balance to settle."
Dracula screeched, a sound between a roar and a shriek, before lunging forward with murderous intent.
Ophis collapsed onto the ground, coughing violently, her chest heaving as air finally rushed back into her lungs.
"Are you alright?" Raphael arrived at her side, her voice trembling with worry.
Ophis gasped before nodding her head, her face pale. "I-I am fine…" she whispered, though her body told another story. She looked at Raphael and her friend, her tone urgent. "You guys need to leave this place immediately."
However—
"I am not going without him," Raphael said with a stubborn expression.
"And I am not going without her!" Raphael's friend added with equal seriousness. Inwardly, though, 'I need my prince, to be honest… but let's not break my sweet little friend's heart.'
