Dracula on the other hand was occupied with the task of fighting against several Sovereigns at the same time.
"God speed," Zeus muttered under his breath, activating one of his ultimate skills.
The transformation was instantaneous and awe-inspiring.
His body blurred at the edges, lightning coiling tighter around him in brilliant blue-white arcs that crackled with raw, divine power.
With God Speed, his velocity increased exponentially, so much that every movement created illusions and afterimages, ghostly echoes of his form lingering in the air like fading storm clouds.
The battlefield seemed to slow around him, time itself bending to his will as he became a streak of electric fury, the air humming with ozone and the faint scent of burned reality.
Zeus, the first to begin the second bout of the battle, attacked Dracula with ruthless precision.
His unreal speed caught even the ancient vampire by surprise.
