The smell of blood had attracted more and more vampires, and by now, there were already a few tens of vampires surrounding both of them.
Adria had his head held high. His fists were bloody and slightly glowing, and as he looked at the slowly gathering crows, he whispered, "come and die."
Emilia saw the gathering of vampires, and although she was not one of Adria's biggest fans-mostly because her twin sister before she died had preferred to spend time with the young rebellious boy than her, she still rushed to hide behind his leg in fear.
Adria looked over at her. Without the fight even starting, he already knew that she was going to become a hindrance. However, he had already determined to give it his best. Even now when he looked at her, the image of Amelia's blood-leaking mouth staring at him in a smile still overlapped with Emilia's.
