Neraxis stepped back, nearly tripping as the ground, which had begun rapidly regaining color, shifted beneath him.
The buildings were still broken, obviously. However, the grass, which had been nothing but ash a few moments ago, was now starting to regrow.
Added to that, Evangeline began gliding down, wielding blood threads similar to his.
But hers were much, much stronger than his.
"Cease your futile resistance, vampire." Evangeline's cold voice rang out as she walked toward him.
A faint smile was on her face—much more sadistic than usual.
"So you can speak. Amazing," Neraxis said, gurgling on the blood that was pooling in his severed throat. "Can't you remember me, though? Neraxis Valen? The man who saved you back then? Gave you his blood? We even slept together. Does that not ring a bell?"
"Sleep together?" Evangeline chuckled. "Your appearance is average at best, so I would never sleep with you."
Oof. Neraxis's brows twitched.
