Chapter 160: A terrifying battle.
Each breath came ragged, white puffs vanishing into the icy air that clung to her skin like death’s fingers. Panic shimmered in her eyes, bright and raw, a fierce scream barely contained behind clenched teeth. She had to be quiet. Those freaking scary demons could already smell her scent so a single noise could make it easier for them. Damn! Could they even feel the cold? It didn’t seem so.
"There, it’s warm. Get inside the circle and take the Spike," Azrael urged, voice sharp as the crisp cold air. His gaze snapped to a shadow-drenched corner, shoulders stiffening like a wolf scenting a predator.
The ground groaned. Then it roared.
A monstrous vampire burst from the stone, a giant vampire, towering and grotesque, its skin bleached like bone, stretched too tightly over an inhuman big frame. The air turned rank with the stench of decay and foul blood. Azrael drew his sword, flame-kissed and thrumming with bloody red fire, casting violent reflections across the walls. This beast was soulless, immune to spells, immune to mercy. He couldn’t use his soulabsorption power to kill it. Azrael didn’t wait for fate. He didn’t blink. He lunged forward with one thought: sever its cursed head from its spine. He told himself like it was a mantra.
"Hurry the hell up!" he barked at the girl who was overwhelmed.
The distance between her and the Spike might as well have been a thousand leagues, far too much when a vampire could close it in a blink and tear her throat out before she could scream. Gloria dared a step forward and then froze.
The sound of chattering teeth erupted around her, not from one monster, not even three, but a swarm, more than a dozen. The clack of bone-on-bone echoed like a grotesque chorus. Gods above. One of them could rip her to shreds. This many? It was death waiting to pounce.