…unamused.
"But you're wrong, boy."
And that was his final word before the air in the hallway cracked. It truly cracked—a sharp, deafening sound like thick glass shattering under immense pressure.
The ancient vampire launched himself forward, finally abandoning whatever restraints he had been holding onto.
His speed was absolutely absurd now. It was the kind of unnatural velocity that violently blurred vision and twisted the very laws of physics. The solid marble floor beneath him simply caved, heavy tiles exploding upward under the sheer, ungodly force of his initial leap.
His pale fist was already halfway buried into Cruxius's face before the younger man even had the chance to tilt his head to the side.
Boom!
The reinforced wall behind them exploded into a massive cloud of dust and rubble.
