Chapter 10: How Deep Does This Go?
[Vampiric Ascension Activated]
[Condition: Kill your Sire]
The words pulsed in Corven’s mind like a war drum, each letter searing itself into the edges of his vision. His breath hitched. His bow remained nocked, the string thrumming with tension.
’Guess I have no other choice.’
He loosed the arrows with deadly intent—both aimed directly at the true vampire’s neck, the fastest, most vulnerable point he could reach.
But the vampire only laughed—a low, guttural sound laced with amused contempt—as he snatched one of the arrows mid-air, fingers closing around the shaft like a steel trap.
"Really? Think that’s gonna harm me?" he sneered, his eyes glowing with malevolent light.
"You’re lucky you’re interesting... so I’ll capture you alive." He bared his claws—long, obsidian-black talons gleaming in the moonlight like knives dipped in ink.
With a swift crack, he shattered the arrow in his grip and lunged, closing the distance in a blink.
His claws swept forward, a precise arc aimed to tear through Corven’s throat.
Corven bent his body backwards, spine arching like a bowstring under pressure, narrowly slipping beneath the strike.
’Shit... that was close!’