The Vampire Prince was struck by a powerful pillar of light, and his painful howl echoed across the battlefield.
Before that pure energy, his body became increasingly weak, the dark mist consistently tore apart, revealing his twisted and hideous face.
"How can this be..."
The Vampire Prince murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless anger and resentment.
He was once the ruler of the Dark Domain, but now he was pushed to the brink by an Elf Queen and an Elf.
Deep in his heart, he felt an unprecedented despair and unwillingness, unable to accept all this.
Gathering the last strand of energy, he tried to transform into dark mist again, but the pillar of light, like the scythe of death, continuously diminished his power.
Around him, vines continuously entwined his body, firmly securing him to the ground. Every struggle only brought more restraints, making him feel there was no escape.
