Chapter 81: Find Me a Good Skill, System.
The vampire’s red eyes gleamed as she let out a low, sultry chuckle. "Enough foreplay, little mortals. Let’s dance."
She vanished in a blur, faster than a blink.
Ethan barely managed to raise Warlord’s Fang, steel screaming against her claws in a shower
of sparks. The impact slammed into him like a battering ram, knocking him backward.
Dust puffed up under his boots as he skidded across the marble floor.
Reyna roared and lunged in from the side. "Let’s see if yer guts are as red as yer dress, don’t
ya?!"
She swung her longsword in a vicious arc, but the vampire twisted aside with an eerie
elegance, dodging the blade by the width of a hair.
"Pretty... but slow."
The vampire’s hand shot out and snatched Reyna by the throat, her nails digging into the