Chapter 51
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As the music hit its climax, the heavy metal's frenetic energy filled the air, radiating a raw, adrenaline-fueled intensity. The guttural roar from the song perfectly matched the rhythm, adding to the electric atmosphere.
"I came to the river, waiting for midsummer's arrival.
The black swans formed a V, walking toward the grave with hope.
Through the fiery September sky, engulfed in flames,
I beg you to appear, like the dark thoughts of God."
The intense, violent sound assaulted everyone's ears, both the innocent nightclub-goers and the vampires with their sharp fangs and bloodthirsty eyes. But all their attention was drawn to the dust and smoke, swirling in the center of the dance floor, illuminated by flashing lights that hinted at a figure emerging.
As the haze gradually cleared, a tall and imposing figure was revealed. He stood over 1.8 meters, clad in a bright red coat, his muscular frame straining against the vest beneath. His ruggedly handsome face was framed by the nightclub's chaotic lights, but what captured everyone's attention were his eyes—burning like twin suns, fierce and unyielding in the dark of the night.
The figure crouched slightly, gripping a gleaming silver cross sword in his right hand. His very presence exuded a crushing sense of power, as if his body were a dormant volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. The vampires surrounding him, creatures of darkness, felt something they hadn't experienced in centuries—their dead hearts seemed to thrum with life again.
What was that sensation? Fear. Real, palpable fear.