11:00 PM
As hour struck, we decided to act.
Blade, Domino, and Deadpool leaped from the building and "flew" to the ground below. On their backs were technologically advanced gliders, which had been upgraded by me and my team.
Equipped with small propellers, they advanced toward the mansion.
A certain distance from the target, Deadpool and Domino activated one of the glider's built-in features. By pressing a button on the side, enhanced grenades were launched downward. Upon hitting the ground, the grenades caused fiery explosions, scattering energy and gunpowder, leaving a path of destruction in their wake.
Blade, on the other hand, activated a small device on his gear. A technological visor appeared in front of his eyes, overlaying a targeting system.
Still in the air, he pressed a button exclusive to his equipment. A small missile launched from his back, heading straight for the mansion.
The vampires, already alarmed by the previous explosions, were shocked to see the missile. Moving at incredible speed, they tried to retreat, but for many, it was too late.
The explosion released a wave of searing heat and energy, injuring and obliterating several vampires while causing massive destruction to the relatively isolated mansion.
Following the attack, the three discarded their gliders and landed on the ground with the flair of superheroes.
Deadpool, however, managed to land in a rather awkward position, ending up with a branch in a very unfortunate spot.
"Yikes! Not without warning!"
His playful voice reached my ears, and I had to suppress a laugh.
Blade's landing was heroic and dignified, while Domino somehow managed to land on a patch of soft, fluffy bushes.
As for me amidst all of this?
I was hovering in the air, observing the unfolding battle. My soul tapped into its power, and my light mana flowed steadily into my wand.
I had been reciting a spell for some time, and when it was ready, I declared:
"Expecto Patronum."
From my wand, a powerful light of purity and opposition to dark beings erupted, forming a three-legged raven that swooped down onto the battlefield.
The intense spell caused no damage to the structures or land but clearly weakened and heavily injured the vampires, both inside and outside the mansion.
I had intentionally restrained the spell's full potential to conserve my mana and Soul Energy, but its effect was substantial and greatly assisted my allies.
Descending closer to the battlefield, I brought my hands together in front of me.
"Ice Make: Eagles."
"Ice Make: Gorillas."
"Ice Make: Snowfang Tiger."
I swiftly cast three magic circles in succession, expending a significant amount of magic.
Numerous ice eagles, each the size of a small leopard, materialized in the air.
Two enormous gorillas and two massive tigers emerged from the magic circles, their bluish-green forms radiating cold that froze the surroundings.
These creatures were durable, with considerable strength and speed, and they obeyed my commands with a mix of precision and a hint of their own will. As my mastery of living ice magic improved, combined with my witchcraft expertise, my creations increasingly felt alive—like animated golems. Though far from perfect, their effectiveness was undeniable.
My ice constructs quickly caused devastation on the battlefield, providing crucial support to my allies.
Deadpool fired silver bullets lethal to vampires or slashed at them with his swords. His combat style, honed as a mercenary and professional soldier, was chaotic yet deadly effective. His unpredictable movements often left him injured, though his wounds healed rapidly before my eyes.
Blade, moving at incredible speed, sliced through enemies with a large sword or used a shotgun loaded with silver rounds, delivering devastating blows. His physical prowess and hand-to-hand combat skills were awe-inspiring.
Domino's combat style was less refined but no less effective. Her agility was astounding, and it seemed as if fate itself bent in her favor. For instance, a stray branch suddenly struck a vampire aiming at her, or a silver bullet ricocheted off a stone, hitting another vampire directly in the neck. Watching her in action was both fascinating and mystifying.
As for me, I wielded my Jedi saber in one hand and a sword in the other.
Vampires surged toward me with inhuman speed, but the sound of the wind coursed through my body, enhancing my movements and forming a protective barrier around me.
My mental power roared, creating subtle ripples, while my heightened vision and Haki detected each approaching vampire with precision. With superior agility and precise muscular control, I dodged their attacks one by one.
The white light of my saber cleaved the head off a vampire, sending it flying through the air. My sword, in my other hand, blocked the claws of four vampires simultaneously.
My swordsmanship was a blend of complex and enigmatic movements—sometimes flowing like the wind and clouds, other times sharp and fierce like a pirate's strike or a mythical eagle's swoop, and at times as elegant as an immortal noble.
Countless slashes began to appear on the vampires' bodies, and it felt as if I were conducting a live harvest.
With my right-hand sword, I unleashed a silver and black energy wave, cutting and wounding them deeply.
Enhanced by wind power and physical augmentation, my speed surpassed even theirs.
At one point, I advanced toward the mansion's core.
With my eyes closed, I infused my sword with concentrated Soul Energy, magnifying its size.
Simultaneously drawing upon my witchcraft, I summoned a powerful sword intent, combining a blade from my soul and another from my mind. The energy radiating from them grew intensely, preparing for a spectacular and decisive attack.
With sufficient energy, I made a smooth descet.
From my movement, for just a millisecond, the battlefield fell into silence.
Anyone with enhanced senses or sensitivity to energy could feel the overwhelming power and destructive force contained in my attack.
Like ocean waves, layers of energy radiated outward before a dense, concentrated blast of silver and black energy was unleashed.
Its speed was immense, its density terrifying, and its size appeared capable of slicing through a small mountain.
The energy swept through the mansion and downward, leaving an eerie stillness, as though nothing had happened.
Deadpool, pulling his sword from the head of a vampire, remarked curiously,
"Was that just for show?"
"No… something's about to happen," Domino replied, her tone calm yet certain, as if sensing something beyond the visible.
Her intuition was soon proven right.
In an instant, the mansion was cleaved in half. The structure separated, collapsing sideways as its foundation was utterly destroyed.
Not only that, but the slash was so devastating that it appeared to carve a small valley into the ground, revealing the secrets hidden beneath the mansion.
From the depths of the destroyed structure, a deep fissure stretched almost to the base of the facility. Severed vampire bodies, walls sliced cleanly like butter, and various sections of the underground installation lay in ruins, collapsing slowly.
At the lowest level of the mansion, a vampire radiating a considerably stronger aura than his peers stood amidst the destruction, positioned directly where the energy strike had passed.
He held his arms above his head, appearing to have defended himself.
Small cuts could be seen on his arms, but they healed rapidly, evidence of his powerful regenerative abilities.
His piercing gaze shot upward, locking onto mine.
"Forgive the intrusion, my dear vampire," I said with a soft smile, addressing him. "However, I must prevent you and your friends from causing harm to the city and innocent lives."
Feeling his intense stare, I raised my left hand, where a concentrated wind tornado began to form. With a flick of my wrist, I sent it hurtling downward.
As if to enhance the destruction, I infused the dense wind tornado with small, flickering flames of reddish-orange, drawn from my divine fire.
The tornado became even more devastating, its power amplified as it tore through the lower installation.
Sensing the incoming danger, especially the divine flames intertwined within the tornado, the vampire below pushed himself to his limits.
A strong, dark energy—like a black mist—erupted from him, colliding with the tornado in a fierce battle.
Not only that, but the other entities within the lowest floor appeared to sense the urgency of the situation. They tapped into the magical energy embedded in the level itself, channeling it to counter the combined onslaught of the wind tornado and the ancient divine flames.
Next to the battlefield, my allies who witnessed both of my attacks remained silent.
"Who the heck is this guy... terrifying," Deadpool muttered, clearly shocked, though his playful tone seemed ingrained in his very nature.
Domino didn't comment; she simply observed the two displays, fascination evident in her gaze. From time to time, she glanced at the ice creatures I had conjured, as if trying to comprehend their nature.
Blade, unlike the others, wore a lively and satisfied smile, seemingly pleased to have allies capable of unleashing such immense destruction.
The "show" unfolding was impossible to ignore. Even from a distance, it caught the attention of outside parties. The police, seeing the chaos, immediately contacted military forces to request assistance. However, their efforts were interrupted by a secretive agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D., which began mobilizing a special team to investigate the area.
Before they could fully act, though, a certain AI infiltrated their systems, providing sensitive information to select individuals in the organization's upper ranks.
For now, however, this intervention would not affect the unfolding events.