The battle raged on, a chaotic symphony of snarls and gunfire. Cain's beast, a monstrous form of sinewy muscle and razor-sharp claws, lunged at Masdaw, swiping through the vampire lord's shadowy form, only for the void to reform, as if laughing at the futility of Cain's attacks.
Masdaw's bloodline power was unlike anything Cain had faced before. His body was incorporeal, shifting between solid and ethereal with unnerving ease. Each strike that should have torn him apart merely passed through, his form dissipating like smoke before solidifying again.
