Chapter 73: Blood Coffin of a Million Souls
The vampire coughed out icicles, her sigiled palm immediately stretching towards the fogged sky, towards the unknown presence taunting the sovereign, as Adrei’s claw met her cross again.
The sovereign clicked her tongue, frustration bubbling like never before as she countered the Dragon’s next strike, "Summon, Bonemare Doves."
Sky cracks, chirps of chained freedom sounded as skeletal Doves collasped into the claw before swarming the Dragon like red cowls, the dragon’s subtly glancing at the fog. Five seconds—this was all she needed, but for the vampire sovereign, it was enough.
Blue Frostbites leaked from her red fingertips as if just eaten breads, as the vampire’s sigil glowed, before swiping her arm. A hint of red moon glowed beyond the fog once again, as the grace of red seeped into the vampire, slight vitality returning as she watched the dragon, her Doves’ burnt to cinders and ashes floating around the Peacekeeper, a haunting image for sure.
"You’ve got someone unordinary, I see. <Reality Manipulation>...no, it’s no mere manipulation." The vampire gasped a frosty breath, her guts heavy like a billion snowflakes disguised as crumbs. "<Fairytale Series>. You have a <Tale Weaver>, don’t you?"
"One of only two, as a wife, no less." The Dragon smirked as her hand shrugged off the dust of the doves. "Perhaps you should consider having one for your stupidity. She would help you keep ledgers of your pities, martyr."
"Unfortunately, none would have accepted a corpse for a bride, let alone a worthless vampire." The sovereign’s smile curled up as her sigiled palm slowly, painfully, tore down the air, as Adrei widened her eyes at the warm sensation on her shoulders, mini-blood crosses spawned from cracks lodged into her shoulders, without warning or stabbing, just lodged as they were there in the first place.
Witnessing the slight tremble of the Dragon’s eyes, the sovereign for the first time rushed for offence, stretching open her palms like an embrace, red crosses spread between the dragon, before with a loud clap, they clashed into the Dragon’s arm, grunting voice slipping as the Dragon’s scales enduring slicing bloods, steams purring in silent screams.
The Sovereign’s sigiled palm unfurled backwards, no more playtime as she must finish the dragon early before-