An Undead clawed Dr. Watson's arm, causing blood to trickle down his finger.
The doctor shoved the Undead to the ground and pierced its skull with his blade.
He breathed heavily. His back hunched down and his shoulders rose up every time he inhaled.
Even with Adrenaline, Watson had reached his limitation. He wiped the sweat off his face and tore out a piece of cloth from his cloth. Dr. Watson wrapped the cloth around his left arm, temporarily restricting the bleeding.
"I guess this is the end of the line, Victor." Dr. Watson said.
But Frankenstein didn't answer. Instead, more and more shadows kept rushing out from beneath his feet. The shadows were so many that even the vampires were impressed.
"How many does he have?" Thomas Willis, one of the First Generations, said.
Dracula rubbed his chin. Then he smiled.
"Are you there, brother?"
A shadow materialized not far from Dracula. A shadow with horns and wings.
