"I simply controlled your blood and pulled it towards me," Dracula explained nonchalantly, his voice smooth and matter-of-fact, as if manipulating the life essence of another being were as effortless as drawing breath in the dim, echoing chamber.
Lilith stared at him speechlessly, her words evaporating before they could form, leaving her mouth slightly agape in stunned silence.
She could do nothing but continue to stare at Dracula, her wide eyes reflecting a mix of awe and lingering fear, the crimson glow from his gaze still faintly illuminating her pale features.
"So, are we done here?" Lilith finally asked, her voice steadying as she deliberately shifted the topic, eager to steer away from the unsettling revelation.
Wrapping her head around the sheer absurdity of Dracula's ability proved too overwhelming for her to dwell on, the concept sending faint shivers down her spine despite her composed exterior.
