Chapter 75:
The blood-stained mask was slashed by the blade and flew to the ground amid a howling noise. The clashing of blades brought about brief but intense clangs, the fatal rhythm of life-and-death combat.
The dawn’s sunlight was rising, the red dots of light radiating heat to herald the departure of the Night Mother.
She took back her blessing with some regret, leaving those creatures that could only be active at night in a weakened predicament, while the scorching light turned into flames, beginning to ignite those creations that did not belong to the day nor favored by the light.
Arthur felt like he was about to catch fire!
Even though he was wearing armor that could withstand sunlight, the inherent repulsion and resistance to heat and light from the vampire tradition caused his every swing of the sword to lose power during this morning hour.
In contrast, Maxim across from him, though covered in wounds, had not been defeated by the accumulated pain. Instead, emboldened by his opponent’s weakness, he began to rally his strength, pushing the battle to a counterattack climax.
“Puff”
The rapiers in both their hands, sharing the same stance, almost simultaneously pierced through each other’s armor, which was already riddled with holes. Maxim was forced to take a step back, clutching the fresh blood gushing from his chest.
His body swayed, but the vampire opposite him fared worse.