Raven walked through the ruins of a village, his steps echoing through the debris left behind from a catastrophic event. The village, once prosperous, now lay in shambles, a stark reminder of the destructive power that struck it two decades ago. Raven meticulously inspected the area, searching for any remaining traces that could explain the tragic events. He came upon a massive stone fragment embedded in the ground, scarred by an immense force. Raven was convinced this stone was the remnant of the power unleashed by Lvy, the vampire who had devastated the village long ago.
With caution, Raven continued his exploration. Near a dilapidated seating area, likely a former gathering spot for the villagers, he sat down and opened an ancient book he had brought with him. The book was the only surviving account of the village's history before its destruction. As Raven delved into the story of Lvy and the vampires who attacked the village, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted him. A dark figure emerged- Azrael, a High Warden of the vampire kingdom, holding the sixth rank in their hierarchy. His presence radiated a chilling aura.
"What are you doing in a territory that now belongs to the vampire kingdom? Leave at once, or III end your life," Azrael growled, his voice low but laced with threat.
Raven glanced up briefly, unfazed by Azrael's presence. "Why should I leave? Your power is insignificant compared to mine. You are nothing to me. It is you who should leave before I decide to end you, Raven replied, a sly smile creeping across his face.
Azrael scoffed. "Arrogant human. You're truly stubborn. You and your kind could never instill fear in us vampires."
Raver's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning icy. "Is that so?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Raven called upon a mysterious power from deep within, and from the shadows emerged a colossal figure-a woman wielding a sword, the blade impaled through her own hand. Black and white blood dripped from the wound, creating a terrifying spectacle. The woman was engulfed in overwhelming spiritual energy, and her aura moved faster than the flow of time itself-faster than zero seconds.
Without any warning, Raven's power spread over a vast area, covering an 8-kilometer radius. The spiritual energy surged outwards with immense force, leaving no room for reaction. Even the inanimate objects around the village seemed to tremble in fear, as if they too could sense the terrifying presence of Raven's power.
Azrael, witnessing the horrifying scene, felt a deep and primal fear unlike
anything he had ever experienced. His body froze, his eyes wide in terror,
and he trembled uncontrollably. Raveri's power was not only strong-it
continued to grow, pushing beyond any conceivable limits. His potential
seemed infinite, increasing without end.
Far away in the vampire kingdom, the Vampire King sat on his throne when he suddenly sensed a grave danger befalling one of his subordinates. Using his long-distance vision, he saw Azrael frozen in fear, unable to move. The sheer terror radiating from Azrael was unmistakable, and the King knew this was no ordinary power. Without hesitation, the Vampire King sent ten of his bravest and most resilient guards, each known for their courage and immunity to fear.
However, when the ten elite guards arrived at the ruined village, they too were overwhelmed by the aura of terror emanating from Raven. Their famed resistance to fear crumbled before the immense power that filled the air. The guards, once stalwart, descended into madness, driven insane by the pressure of Raven's energy.
Raven watched with cold amusement. "Fools," he muttered. With a swift motion, Raven unleashed a shockwave, sending the ten guards and Azrael flying out of the range of his fear-inducing aura. Like leaves caught in a storm, they were hurled from the village and crashed onto the ground, far beyond the 8-kilometer radius of Raven's power. After a few moments, Azrael regained his senses and quickly worked to restore the guards to their normal state.
They rushed back to the vampire kingdom, where Azrael immediately sought an audience with the Vampire King. Still shaken, Azrael recounted the events. "Raven... that human's power... it's terrifying beyond belief. I've never felt fear like that. His spiritual energy is overwhelming."
The Vampire King listened carefully, his expression unreadable. But his eyes gleamed with caution. "It seems this man is no ordinary human. He might be the one who once defeated an entity of immense power," the King murmured, his voice thoughtful yet serious.
Back at the ruined village, Raven finally ceased his spiritual onslaught, his satisfied smile returning. "Well done, terrifying creature," he said softly, looking at the blood-stained woman with the sword. "You shall remain my summon."
To be continued...