HPDBC Chapter 411 Severed Arms
Chapter 411 Severed Arms
"This old man. He is the king, isn't he?" Sanguina asked, her voice steady but curious.
The man nodded. "I believe so. I am not too familiar with the ways of this world anymore. I come from a different place, meant to ensure the Dragoon remains sealed. That means I cannot lead you to anyone. I hope you understand."
"What do you mean?" Sanguina demanded, her eyes narrowing as she reached out to grab his shoulder. But her hand passed through his form as he turned to mist.
"I believe you might have the strength to handle him, but I must follow the proper order. You are not allowed to leave until you pass the trials like everyone else," he replied, his voice echoing around her.
Suddenly, a gust of mist swirled around Sanguina, enveloping her in a cold, damp embrace. She spun around, trying to catch her bearings as the mist thickened, obscuring her vision. The metallic scent of magic and the chill of the mist made her shiver.
As the spinning stopped, she found herself in a dimly lit room with cold, metal floors. In front of her lay a chest filled with gold and various trinkets, the glint of the treasures reflecting the faint light.
"A damn vault?" she muttered, her voice echoing off the metal walls. She looked around, taking in the cold, sterile environment, and the odd juxtaposition of the wealth before her.
"Damn him, where the hell did you go?!" Sanguina shouted, her voice echoing in the cold, metallic chamber. Angered and enraged, she clapped her hands together, causing chains to shoot from the ground, attempting to bind her.
Before the chains could ensnare her, she leaped back and grabbed them as they passed in front of her, snapping them instantly. A man in a black jacket appeared behind her, slicing downward at her back. She hit the ground, recoiling in pain, before quickly creating distance and breaking into a low prowler stance.
In an instant, Ren closed the distance, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "I will make sure to drop your head off to your father and watch as there is nothing he can do!"
He raised his sword high above his chest, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light, and brought it down with swift force. Sanguina's eyes widened as she felt the sting of the blade, and blood sprayed, painting the air red. In that split second, Ren's arm severed from his body, and she caught his forearm, gripping the blade tightly.
"Wh-what the hell is going on?!" Ren stammered, jumping back as blood streamed from his wounded arm. "I laced my blade with holy water; you should be paralyzed, not fighting back!"
Sanguina's back wound closed, her flesh knitting together rapidly. She held up the severed arm, her eyes glowing with fierce determination. "Maybe if I was some young vampire or something pathetic, but my father's immunities run through me. I have spent hundreds of years building resistance!"
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the cold air, creating a sharp contrast with the heat of battle. Ren's eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of fear crossing his face as he realized the depth of her power.
Steadying himself as he stood upright, Ren smirked. "You are indeed impressive. It makes sense why he called for backup and wanted to ensure you were properly tested. He has his hands full dealing with the other bunch that just escaped."
He chuckled before continuing, "He should be able to kill the rest of them in due time. But it will take much more than severing my arm to deal the finishing blow to a Shinigami."
Tapping his shoulder, Ren's arm regenerated in a flash. He slammed his open hand onto the metal ground, and all the gold behind Sanguina shot forward as if having a life of its own, forming sharp, deadly projectiles aimed straight at her.
Your journey continues on empire
"Come, let's continue to dance a little longer, dear Vampire!" Ren taunted, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination.