The words Dralys spoke hung in the air like a curse. Her body tensed, and the once playful demeanor she had turned cold and menacing.
Vampires," she hissed again, her voice low and venomous as her gaze locked onto Lyle. For the first time since the battle began, there was no amusement in her eyes, no playfulness, only fury was present.
"You dare face me with the blood of those abominable bastards running through your veins?!"
"I see now, this was fate, it has to be, for me to come across bastards like you so soon after coming back to this world," Dralys said as her voice dripped with disdain. She clenched the spear in her hand, causing it to creak as her aura flared, growing darker and more oppressive, the temperature in the chamber rising from her aura alone.
"So you don't like vampires, huh?" Lyle asked, wiping the blood from his lips and standing tall despite the pain throbbing through his chest from the previous blow.
