The night wind howled as Sergei hovered in the air, his breath ragged but unyielding. His silver hair clung to his bloodstained face, and yet his golden eyes burned with unquenchable fury.
"I have colluded with demons in pursuit of power," he admitted, his voice a low thunder rolling across the mountains. "But power without vengeance is worthless. If I cannot cut down that vampire, then what use is any strength I possess?"
His sword gleamed in the moonlight as he raised it. "Come."
The two figures floated high above the shattered peaks, suspended between heaven and earth.
Yun Hao exhaled, unscrewing a potion vial. He downed it in one gulp. A faint glow mended surface wounds, but the deep gashes inflicted by Sergei's blade remained stubborn, refusing to close. Against a Rank 7 opponent, potions were little more than desperate bandages.
