As Dracula scoured the dense woods for materials to start a fire, he suddenly sensed an unsettling presence nearby. His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a sneer as the air around him shifted—a peculiar mix of warmth and safety tinged with an ominous darkness.
"Who dares disturb my domain?" he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Who dares to change the very air I breathe?"
"Who's there?" he hissed, "Show yourself" he says with a growl
His keen senses picked up movement, and he turned sharply to see a tall, striking man with white hair stepping out from the shadows. Behind him stood a girl, her eyes wide with caution.
Dracula's eyes flashed with arrogance as he straightened to his full height.
"Azzel, we should reconsider," the girl implored, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and urgency.
The woman looked at Azzel with a mix of worry and urgency. "Azzel, you've just been resurrected. Maybe you should test out your strength after 400 years, but be cautious."
Azzel chuckled, his eyes gleaming with disdain. "You growl at me like a mutt i suppose I should put you in a cage." With a burst of speed Dracula rushed toward Azzel, his form a blur of motion.
But Dracula is suddenly locked in a gravitational field, a crimson blade appears in view, it's eyes set, hurdling toward the rear of Azzel at such a high speed that reality appears to distort as the blade approaches. Azzel, as keen as ever, moves to the right as the sword with a whizzed pass judging body trajectory I wasn't the target almost as on cue the blade lands dead on target, the gravity field, glassy shards laid as the field is broken in pieces as the blade made contact.
"Ekkkkkkkk" Azzel begins to hold his ears as they bled as the loud screech rang across the battlefield, forced to close his eyes as the screech rang closer and closer he forced them open as he jumped back to dodge a presumed attack from Dracula, allowing himself to be surrounded by crimson blades as he felt the blood from his ears be sucked away.
The air begins to thicken, a suffocating weight pressing down on everything as the atmosphere itself tenses, vibrating with an almost unbearable energy. The earth beneath their feet quakes, fractures spider-webbing across the ground as the power builds to a cataclysmic peak. Suddenly, Azzel's voice cuts through the tension, cold and commanding, "HOLY REPEL..."