"Did you… really think I was purely a mage based on my attacks and outfit?" The man smiled, his neck and head slowly tilting to the side.
I attempted to pull my spear out, but something under his robes held it tightly down… no, the spear itself wouldn't listen to me no matter what I did.
"Of course not," I muttered with a smile, blocking the man who reached out his hand, attempting to vice-claw my face and possibly crush my head with his overwhelming strength. "[Royal Blood Magic],"
It should've been over with this attack, but a chilling feeling continued to rummage under my skin like a thousand ants were crawling inside of my arms.
"I am the one who wields all blood… The [Warlock of Blood],"
The mana that had gathered in my hand to suck out all of the life essences from the man standing before me disappeared instantly.
