SWOOSH! STAB!
The triumphant laughter lingered in the air, but it was abruptly cut short by a sudden disturbance.
An arrow materialized in a flash and found its mark on the vampire's shoulder. The atmosphere in the dim chamber shifted from satisfaction to chaos.
"Aghh!" Count Charles howled, his eyes widening with a mix of shock and pain.
The sensation was foreign, a long-forgotten experience for an immortal being. The vampire staggered backward, his hand clutching the arrow embedded in his flesh.
Before Count Charles could fully grasp the situation or recover from the unexpected pain, a second arrow materialized in the shadows. This time, the arrow radiated a faint blue light, contrasting with the darkness that surrounded it.
SWOOSH! STAB!
The arrow struck true, finding its mark with eerie precision. It pierced through the vampire's shoulder, causing him to convulse in pain.
'Huh?'
