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147 - His True Sight
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2024-11-02 22:00:48GILDEON
His fire blade clashed violently against Vergilius’s cane, each strike lighting up the foggy churchyard. The scent of burning foliage filled the air as they crashed through twisted shrubs, igniting a nearby holy statue. Vergilius blocked and countered each hit, his strikes growing heavier, more forceful.
Gildeon’s eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Every clash sent a strange pulse up his blade, as if its energy was being siphoned. Vergilius’s strikes were gaining strength. His flames flickered, dimming as the cane sapped their intensity.
“Already exhausted, salamander?” Vergilius taunted, dodging Gildeon’s last strike with ease. “What a shame. I expected more from you.”
Vergilius attacked again, and Gildeon parried just in time. The elder vampire’s cane absorbed more of his fiery blade’s power, channeling it into himself.
If this continued, Gildeon would be vulner
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