Chapter 65: The Burden of a Vampire
The air was heavy with tension, a palpable chill that seemed to seep into Adam’s very bones.
The dimly lit room carried the faint scent of mildew, mingled with something far more metallic and sinister—blood.
Adam’s eyes remained fixed on the man before him, who now crouched, trembling, saliva dripping from his gaping mouth.
The sight was grotesque: two razor-sharp fangs had begun to protrude from his upper jaw, and his eyes, once human, glowed a deep crimson.
Adam felt an unsettling shift in the atmosphere, a feral energy emanating from the man.
Before Adam could react, Sona’s voice rang out, her tone laced with alarm.
"Lord Adam, I can sense a murderous aura emanating from him. It’s overwhelming."
The man let out a guttural growl, a sound that sent shivers down Adam’s spine.
His nails began to elongate, sharpening into deadly claws, and veins bulged grotesquely across his arms as if they might burst.
Adam muttered to himself, "I shouldn’t have provoked him..." He took a cautious step back, raising his hand in a calming gesture.
But the man was beyond reason. In a blur, he charged at Adam, his speed far surpassing that of any normal human.