The battle against Niklaus continued. Enid and Luke increased the intensity with every passing second. Their attacks grew more coordinated, understanding each other better in combat as time went on.
A powerful kick from Enid in her lycanthropic form sent Niklaus flying, crashing into a tree. Fortunately, he managed to summon a blood shield and use his arms to cover himself, yet he still coughed up blood and felt a tingling in his bones.
‘This is fun,’ Enid thought, enjoying the fight as her animal instincts took control. Adrenaline coursed through her body like fire, every muscle vibrating with the thrill of battle. It wasn’t just the fight that made her smile… it was fighting alongside Luke.
‘This is bad,’ Niklaus thought, pushing his brain to its limits to find a way to survive. He hadn’t expected to be overwhelmed like this.
He had the speed to dodge the attacks of just one of them. If he only faced Luke, he could evade his strikes like he did when Luke first attacked. The same went for the lycan. But against both… there was no escape.
Luke was a conductor in battle.
From the very start, his telepathy kept him in perfect communication with Enid. They needed no words, not even glances; she felt his commands in her mind as if they were her own instincts.
Moreover, his clairvoyance granted him a 360-degree view of the battlefield. Niklaus could no longer surprise him. Every attempt to vanish and reappear in a blind spot ended with Luke already waiting for him there. He could even use his foresight to achieve 100% accuracy.
On top of that, if Niklaus tried to retreat, Luke would swap positions with a leaf, a rock, or even Enid, cutting off his escape.
And then there was telekinesis. Niklaus was no longer fighting just two enemies. He was fighting the entire damn battlefield.
The trees, the rocks, even the ground itself were weapons in Luke’s hands. Logs weighing thousands of kilograms were hurled like projectiles. The ground caved in and rose up to destabilize him.
And when he finally managed to dodge one of Enid’s attacks, Luke trapped him with a telekinetic force that slowed him down before bombarding him with a barrage of objects.
If he somehow dodged all that, the psychic bastard would then teleport right next to him—in the perfect position to land a fatal blow.
Niklaus lasted five minutes. Then eight.
By the tenth minute, it was over.
He was missing an arm, torn off by Enid’s claws. His body was covered in cuts, bruises, and fractured bones. His regeneration could no longer keep up with the damage. Every new wound stole more of his speed, more of his strength, more of his time.
He staggered, struggling to stay on his feet. And then he saw Luke watching him.
The boy wasn’t exhausted. He wasn’t panting, sweating, or showing any signs of fatigue.
He just had that damn smug smile.
Niklaus felt a chill run down his spine.
These weren’t ordinary outcast teenagers.
They were monsters.
Luke walked slowly toward the beaten Niklaus, who looked up and met his gaze.
“You should have accepted Wednesday’s negotiations,” Luke said.
Niklaus let out a low, rough chuckle, spitting some blood onto the ground. Despite being torn apart, with his severed arm and a body riddled with wounds that refused to close, he showed no regret, nor did he beg for mercy. That earned him a bit of Luke’s respect—though he’d never admit it.
“And miss this wonderful evening?” Niklaus sneered with a twisted grin.
“If you think this is over, kid, you’re more naive than I thought. You won’t leave Sunnyvale alive. Maybe you managed to stay under the radar these past few months, but now… now your location has been leaked,” he added, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
But Luke didn’t flinch. He had already seen Niklaus’ memories of sending a message and deduced that he had sent it to the Spellmans.
“I know. I didn’t realize pureblood vampires like you were subordinates to psychics. What will the Drosia clan say about that?” Luke said.
Niklaus narrowed his eyes and simply sighed. He knew that in his current state, his mind was defenseless. Luke, a blue-aura psychic, could have easily accessed his recent memories through eye contact.
“I’ll just ask why,” Luke said as a concentrated mass of telekinetic waves gathered in his palm, ready to slice Niklaus’ head off.
Luke didn’t have time to sift through Niklaus’ old memories—it would take several minutes, and time was precious. If the vampire surprised him and saved him the trouble, all the better. If he didn’t answer, Luke wouldn’t care much either, but he was curious.
“The day your parents arrived, it was inevitable that they would fight the Spellmans. However, they managed to keep running, delaying their deaths a little longer. After they were killed, their executioners came here, wondering why they had wasted time in this place,” Niklaus began. He felt that since Luke had utterly crushed him, he could at least answer this one simple question.
“They searched both towns in case your parents had hidden something, but they found nothing. However, they did realize what my family was doing—the same thing you discovered. I had to swear loyalty to them, becoming their subordinate and a spy who informed them of the Drosia clan’s decisions,” Niklaus finished.
Luke nodded. Niklaus’ decision made sense. Silencing the powerful psychics of the Spellman family was impossible. If he hadn’t sworn loyalty, the Spellmans could have told the Drosia clan’s main branch what was happening, and that would have been the end of Niklaus and his family.
For the Spellmans, having a secondary branch of one of the most powerful vampire clans as an asset was a good deal. After all, Niklaus was the leader of a secondary branch—his battle power couldn’t be underestimated, and his position within the clan wasn’t bad.
Luke had only been able to defeat him so decisively because he had Enid by his side and a diverse range of auras. Otherwise, the battle would have dragged on much longer. While he didn’t believe he would have lost, it would have cost him valuable time.
“Now… do it,” Niklaus said, coughing up blood.
Luke let out a quiet sigh. His smug expression disappeared. There was no disdain or arrogance on his face anymore—just a neutral, almost solemn gaze.
For a brief moment, he gave Niklaus a respectful nod. He didn’t have to, but he acknowledged that Niklaus had answered when he could have chosen to remain silent until the end.
In a world where most died with resentment or begging for mercy, the old vampire had chosen to speak and accept his fate with dignity.
Without another word, Luke raised his hand, wrapped in vibrant telekinetic waves. The energy concentrated, taking the shape of an invisible blade.
With a single precise motion, Niklaus’ head was severed from his body.
This time, Enid didn’t say a word. She knew about Niklaus’ crimes. Luke had told her about all the missing normies, and besides, this old vampire had been a formidable opponent—leaving him alive was not a good idea.
The vampire made no sound as his head fell heavily to the ground. As a precaution, Luke raised his other hand and condensed a small telekinetic sphere, firing it straight into the corpse’s chest, piercing through the heart.
Then, in mere seconds, he used telekinesis to create a grave, moving the body along with its severed head inside. He covered the hole with earth.
Lowering his hand, he gazed at the improvised grave for a second before turning to Enid. There was no satisfaction on his face, only the certainty that one more obstacle had been removed from his path.
“We’re done here,” he said in his usual tone, his expression returning to normal.
But in his mind, he kept that brief moment of respect for an enemy who had accepted his fate with honor.
“Has Wednesday finished her fight?” Enid asked.
“Yeah, just a few seconds before us. Who would’ve thought… both vampires died almost at the same time,” Luke replied.
“Natasha has already found the evidence and is heading toward the exit of Sunnyvale. We need to get out of here as soon as possible and meet up with Fester,” Luke said. They had planned their escape long ago in case their position was compromised.
Enid nodded. She remembered that Fester was Wednesday’s uncle. Back when they shared a room at Nevermore, Wednesday had told her a bit about her eccentric family.
Luke wasted no time and began to rise into the air.
Enid felt her body lift off the ground, suspended by Luke’s telekinesis. But this time, it was different. He wasn’t carrying her on his back like before. That was no longer necessary, and besides, their relationship wasn’t like that.
Luke’s control had improved, and now he could make people fly alongside him without compromising his speed. Though the speed of those he carried wasn’t as fast as his own, it was still effective.
The two of them ascended over Sunnyvale, moving in Wednesday’s direction. Then, out of nowhere, the sky darkened at an alarming speed.
As if night had suddenly fallen, thick black clouds covered the city. The air grew heavier, charged with electricity.
A lightning bolt lit up the sky. The sound of thunder roared with terrifying force.
Luke narrowed his eyes. He knew this wasn’t natural.
‘This isn’t Fester…’ Luke thought, a bad feeling creeping over him.
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