There was a blast. The red earth splattered, and Caius accelerated so fast that he had turned into a black blur. On his hand was a sword that had turned as black as the night sky in the vampire realm, carrying the horror and dread of the abyss, just like the "armor" on his body, and this sword had tripled in size despite weighing the same in his hand. This was all thanks to his magic power.
The inky black sword strikes were perfectly chained as Caius rushed into the pack of red-skinned warriors that were dropping like flies.
"Wait! Wait for a..." A warrior said it out loud, but Caius had already rushed past him, and his words trailed off. The sword in Caius' hand had let out a neat slash, and a blood line appeared on the warrior's face and straight down to the bottom of his body. He then fell directly to the side. If anyone were to see him at this time, they would only see that the warrior's body had been cut into equal halves.
