The atmosphere around Dante was suffocating for everyone present, except for Vlad, of course. Dante kept his gaze fixed on the two vampire counts, Elijah and Klaus, conveying the same courtesy they had shown him, as if gravity itself was responding to his will. They were kneeling on the floor, struggling to maintain control over their bodies, but the pressure emanating from Dante kept them on the verge of collapse.
"Ah~... Why always so foolish..." The whispering voice of the man beside the King echoed through the hall. It was worth noting that, well... Dante was just a male Valentina... And with that, the habits came along... Now... Well, there were two vampire counts almost falling to the lower floor of the castle just from Dante's pressure, which, well... Wasn't exactly gentle.
