At this moment, while the sky was dominated by blood, the ground was ruled by colors. A battle between the second strongest was reaching its peak, as a vampire was unable to regenerate. What could his adversary have done to make this happen?
"It's time to put an end to this," Luke said, missing part of his face and with four holes in his chest the size of basketballs, able to fly with wings made of blood because his original wings were destroyed.
"You're right," Arm Number One replied, missing one of his arms, which was now replaced by an arm covered in white fabric, formed from pure purple color. His right arm was split down the middle, held together by a sticky purple mass.
His right eye was replaced by a black color that covered all the wounds inflicted by Luke's cuts on his face and the rest of his body, totaling four hundred and fifty-seven cuts.
