The crimson flames barely hurt Jake, clearly being focused on incorporeal beings and the vampire’s insides. With the shades still weakening the vampire, they all went all-out to deal as much damage as possible without revealing any of their most powerful cards, Jake going HAM with his blades and plenty of poison.
Within a minute, the group had managed to leave hundreds of wounds, a few of which would be lethal to a human, yet the Monarch took it all. The shrieks of the shades slowly died down until, suddenly, they fell silent—a moment that served as a shift of momentum too.
The Sword Saint brought down his blade, but the clawed hand of the vampire flew with incredible speed to catch not the blade, but the arm of the old man. The Sword Saint’s eyes opened with surprise, but he still react
