Albrecht stood firm as the desert winds howled around him, his crimson eyes fixed on Horus, God of the Hunt. The air was thick with tension, the very sands beneath him seeming to vibrate with the anticipation of the battle to come.
His transformation into a vampire had heightened his senses, but despite his newfound power, he couldn't close the distance. Horus's protective barrier was impenetrable, and any attempt to approach would result in a relentless barrage of magic arrows.
"Wow, this is harder than I thought." Albrecht let out as he gritted his teeth, frustration mounting as he assessed the situation. There was no time to waste. Horus's arrows were faster than lightning, and each one was laced with deadly precision. Albrecht needed a way to strike from a distance, to match Horus's skill with his own.
[Spatial Storage Space]
