In the sky laden with mist, the sun found it a herculean task to penetrate the mist and grace the land of vampires with its presence. Under the watchful eye of the mist, a beautiful garden was flourishing with plants that no werewolf had ever seen before.
However, at this moment, the spectators gathered around the garden were not appreciating the beauty of the flora, but the ones clashing swords in their midst. The loud sounds of metal clashing had left everyone mesmerised. After all, it wasn't every day Alucard used his 'soul sword' to spar against someone.
The soul sword wasn't an ordinary sword. It was a weapon that had a will of its own, hence the name 'soul sword'. Unlike other weapons, Alucard didn't need to wield this sword himself, all he need to do was to think about what he wanted to do with the sword and it did it all by himself.
