A mixture of awe and unease washes over me as I witness this transformation. The fusion of Arthur’s being with the vampire aura leaves no doubt that he possesses an extraordinary blood power. His body radiates a fiery red hue, as if he has become the epitome of the vampire aura itself.
But amidst this display of Arthur’s power, a surge of energy emanates from Zamira. Ki and vampire aura intertwine around her, swirling with an electric intensity. Lightning bolts crackle and dance along her sword, extending up to her hand.
It becomes clear to me that Zamira has unleashed one of her formidable demon-tier Sword active skills. The air crackles with anticipation as the two adversaries prepare to clash once more.
In a sudden movement, they dash towards each other, their swords colliding with a resounding clash that reverberates through the area. The sound of their weapons fills the air. Zamira’s sword movements have noticeably increased in speed and precision, the lightning bolts dancing around her hand fueling her strikes.
I watch in awe as the battle intensifies. Arthur’s figure blurs, his movements becoming a flurry of motion as he darts around Zamira. It’s as if there are ten versions of him, each mirroring his deadly precision. Zamira, undeterred, launches a relentless assault with her one thousand blade cuts technique. Lines of vibrant aura dance around her, swirling like a tornado of power.
The clash of their skills creates a visual spectacle, a breathtaking display of power and finesse. Their movements blur together, a mesmerizing dance of blades and a testament to their mastery of their respective techniques.
However, the tide of battle takes a sudden turn as Arthur delivers a powerful strike, aiming to finish Zamira in one fell swoop. His attack slices through her protective Ki, threatening to land a fatal blow.
Luckily, with a sudden burst of agility and instinct, Zamira raises her sword just in time to intercept Arthur’s vicious attack. The clash of their weapons reverberates through the air, creating a deafening explosion that echoes in my ears.
As the shockwaves ripple across the battleground, Zamira’s lithe form is propelled backward. Dust and debris fill the air, obscuring my vision momentarily. When the particles settle, I see her kneeling on the ground, her sword driven deep into the earth for support. She appears weakened, and a surge of concern grips my heart.
Something feels off about this situation. Zamira shouldn’t have faltered so easily. Could she have sustained an injury prior to this encounter? I contemplate inwardly, my thoughts racing. However, my train of thought abruptly halts as my gaze catches a glimpse of a figure lying motionless beside Zamira.
It’s Zero, his body adorned in crimson armor from head to toe. He lies bound and unconscious, a captive in this treacherous game. The realization strikes me like a bolt of lightning. Zero has been captured by Zamira. No wonder she struggles to withstand Arthur’s relentless onslaught.
Arthur, his sword still aglow with an ominous red energy, begins to advance toward Zamira. His footsteps echo with arrogance as he taunts her with disdain dripping from his words. “I thought vampire warlocks were meant to be formidable. What a disgrace you’ve become to the Kingdom.”
Zamira’s response is laced with defiance, her voice strained yet resolute. Blood stains her lips, a testament to the fierce battle she has endured. “Bastard, if it weren’t for this idiot’s poison, that cocky expression on your face would be wiped clean.”
“Very well. I wish to fight you at your peak someday, but pardon my disrespect for today,” Arthur states, raising his sword high above his head. The air crackles with anticipation as he prepares for his next strike.
Not so soon… I can’t let Zamira face the brunt of his attack. In a flash of determination, I propel myself toward her, positioning myself as a shield between her and Arthur’s descending sword.
With a thunderous impact, the blades collide with me. The force is immense, causing my legs to sink into the ground as the ground quivers beneath me. Yet, to my surprise, the sword fails to penetrate my defenses. Instead, it rebounds off my shoulder, delivering the full force of Arthur’s attack back onto him. He stumbles backward, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.
“H-How… Who are you?” Arthur stammers, his expression a mixture of astonishment and confusion. His sword trembles in his grasp, emitting a resonating hum that fills the air.
The aggressive vibrations of the sword grow unbearable for Arthur, causing him to release his grip, letting the weapon fall to the ground. He retreats a few steps, his eyes fixed on me in disbelief.
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“Of course, I am the owner. After all, you can’t expect a part of me to hurt me. I should have known since…” I pause, a smile slowly forming on my face, an enigmatic glimmer in my eyes.
Arthur’s expression shifts from surprise to a mix of relief and wonder. “Aaghh… Where have you been all this while?” he asks, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. “I have searched for you everywhere, across countless planets as a tireless traveler, but all my efforts proved futile. I am glad I have finally accomplished Excalibur’s wish to reunite with her master.”
The words hang in the air, laden with a profound sense of destiny fulfilled. The connection between Arthur and Excalibur, the legendary sword of the Protoss, is an unbreakable bond that spans time and space.
“We’ll talk in the real world,” I reply, raising my hand in a symbolic gesture, mimicking the shape of a gun. A surge of red aura radiates from my fingertips, forming a blazing energy that surges forward, swiftly penetrating Arthur’s head. In an instant, his life is extinguished, his body dissolving into fine dust particles that mingle with the air before vanishing completely.
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