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"Sluggish maybe. But still dangerous." "Less dangerous than at midnight. That's why the letter specifically says come at dawn." I stand, start gathering weapons. "We need silver bullets, stakes, UV flashlights, fae-blessed blades. Everything that kills vampires efficiently." Tom pulls out a cloth bundle. "Got the fae-blessed blades from my contacts. Six of them. Cold iron mixed with silver, blessed under moonlight. They'll cut through vampire flesh like butter." "Good." I distribute them to the fighters. Danny gets one. Three others who've proven themselves in combat. "These are backup weapons. Primary is still guns with silver bullets."

“Good luck, little author.” She took three precise steps back, returning to her side of the line. The arena responded. The floor under our feet trembled. Cracks traced themselves across the smooth stone, radiating from the center outwards like a spiderweb etched in metal. Panels shifted. Structures began to rise. Blades. They slid up from the ground in gleaming ranks—some fixed, some on swivels, some pendulums hanging from hastily grown archways. Short, waist‑high teeth formed in lines along certain paths. Taller scythe‑blades swung in slow, testing arcs above.

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

Natsu landed and saw a large darkish purple beam of light with lightening coming out from it heading towards him. "It's too large to dodge, my only option is to counter it" Natsu thought as held one of his blades like a katana while concentrating and talking a deep breath in, letting the other blade fall as he shouted sever, making a large slash mark head towards the beam. Blood spilled out of the beast left side as the beam destroyed the area creating dust that covered the area.

The blade catches my forearm instead of my back, but it still burns, the silver edge, biting deep, I grab the man’s wrist before he can pull away, twisting and snapping it cleanly as he drops I straighten, breath steady, six down, six still moving Caden is to my left, handling two at once, the way he always fights, no wasted motion, while the others push the flank back toward the tree line We’re winning, we’re about to be... The pain hits before the sound ever does. Not from the front, or from the men still standing. From behind. Something cold and exact drives between my ribs on the left, angled upward. I look down. The hilt of a blade, silver, my own pack’s design.

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

Under the sunlight, the blade's edge reflected a blinding, cold light. Even the panicked Fabian squinted and instinctively dodged.

She filled them all with mortal dread as she entered her Cyclone Stance and expertly spun around in the middle of them. Her blades followed her as she went, and cut into the terrorists with exacting precision. The Ra’ventrii blade’s razor-thin edges sliced cleanly through their heavy armor and bit deep into the flesh and bone far below. Those around her were almost instantly sliced to ribbons as gouts of blood poured out of their wounds. A few of them made choking sounds as their lives exited their bodies, which began to slowly fall to the ground. It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

I didn’t even blink. My hands moved to the twin blades at my sides—obsidian-forged, curved, deadly. I’d carved the hilts with my own blood the night before I came here. I didn’t name them. They weren’t sacred. They were efficient. The beast let out a roar that shook the arena. Dust spilled from the balconies. I heard nobles flinch. Someone screamed. I ran straight toward it. No hesitation. No waiting for orders. Let the vampires see this clearly.