I drew the Shadow Blade and met him head-on.
The instant our weapons collided, blinding sparks erupted.
Dracula's strength had increased dramatically compared to three years ago. He had clearly resorted to some kind of forbidden blood magic.
Unfortunately, I was no longer that ordinary, restrained werewolf from back then.
The shadow power within me surged into the blade like a tide, and every s***h tore through the biting wind.
The battle had reached a fever pitch.
Just as I was preparing to land the killing blow on Dracula, an unexpected figure suddenly charged out from the side.
It was Kalen.
He had somehow gotten his hands on a rusty iron sword and was charging at Dracula like a madman.
"Die! You monster who destroyed everything I had!"
He was trying to prove his worth this wa
