My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

His run was exhausting. He still hadn't recovered from the fight with Mercedes, but he kept running without stopping.

"Hey, you worthless body, start working properly before I break you and create a new one!" He cursed himself as he ran. With every moment, he felt more of the strange energy coming from the palace.

[Teleport], he tried. Several times he tried to use magic, but nothing could be done. The bad feeling didn't leave his body.

[Teleport!] He tried again, but his affinity with space was almost zero. Despite being able to sense spatial mana, he couldn't use it.

"Use demonic energy, Dante..." Alter-Dante's voice came from his head. He focused his energy on his feet and thus... realized what demonic energy was in himself.

"Overload," he said, and his mana began to manifest, propelled by demonic power.

Dante's movement speed almost tripled. His speed exploded into a sprint as Mercedes watched him from afar. She tried the same, exploding her mana in her feet to keep up with him.

"Damn, he's so fast!" She cursed as she tried to close the distance. "He's still carrying that woman in his arms. How fast would he be?"

"Dante!" Mercedes shouted, but he didn't hear. Despite that, she could feel his presence, as if they were connected, and followed him jumping between the buildings, although she fell far behind.

Meanwhile...

Velryna wielded a black sword, wore a low-cut black dress, and danced as she fought against various types of enemies, mostly mages and black knights.

"Darn it, I need to focus on staying alive until he arrives." She had no more doubts about Dante. She knew it was only a matter of time until he arrived, and she could endure that.

"I'm not alone. I need to stop being dependent." She thought, seeing Aaralyn dancing like a shadow as she teleported behind enemies and kept them busy as best she could. That was enough.

Velryna defying all odds began to kill without hesitation. She wasn't a weak warrior, but her mind was shaken.

With every sword dodge, every solitary swing, and every blow that tore through the enemy's flesh, she was further away from herself, as lonely as she had always been, but this time, she felt on the verge of various new emotions.

"Why do I fight?" She questioned herself several times, especially after her mother's death. She was a lonely person who fought for herself, but... was that true?

"I don't know." She answered herself as her long and fast steps cut through the legs of the enemies, there were large hordes of small beasts and mages, as well as knights acting strangely.

But she didn't think about it for a second. Her body was already tired, but she didn't hesitate to take the life of every being that attacked her.

Gradually, fatigue was fueled by the adrenaline that filled her eyes to overcome the vastness of enemies in front of her.

It was like a cataclysmic scene, if it could be called that. The gardens leading to the forest behind the Palace simply seemed like an endless path.

"No soldiers, no royal guards, no one... and then I have to hear the atrocities of that worm," she roared as she cut off the head of another Black Mantle Mage.

"Aaralyn!" Velryna shouted, getting her attention. When she turned around, she saw a giant black knight, two meters tall, tearing off one of Aaralyn's arms with his sword, completely ripping it off.

"Urght!" His piercing roar of pain left Velryna nervous, or rather, furious to the point where she finally broke through the barrier. read-this-on-MVLeMpYr

The high wall in Velryna's mind began to crumble, like a roar from the heavens, a storm was brewing.

Her eyes turned yellow, the palace skies began to fill with completely black clouds, while everything seemed to slow down. She looked to the horizon and felt someone approaching very fast.

"Darling," she said, but before that, her whole body began to be a huge golden catalyst, and a yellow bolt struck her like a flash.

Velryna was already holding Aaralyn in her arms, and the towering two-meter brute had turned into a gleaming corpse.

"Why do I fight?" She questioned aloud as she held Aaralyn, who was beginning to lose consciousness.

"I fight for the sake of my family," she said, and her golden hair rose slightly, letting out sparks.

"Watch out!" One of the mages shouted. Finally, a word came from one of them. Velryna had already noticed that their screams of pain were alike, but now she was sure.

"Withdraw!" Another one shouted. The voice was the same. Velryna merely took a step, and everyone stopped for a second and then.

"My world is electricity, where I walk, I command," she said, and her body moved in several flashes, blasting all the enemies' skulls while she struck them with part of the blade of her weapon.

When she stopped, her entire body tingled with pain, her veins felt the electricity bathing between them and connecting them, as if all the cells in her body were mere grains that empowered the displacement of the lightning.

She fell to her knees on the ground, her face stained with blood, her hair dirty with blood, her whole body exhausted and panting.

No sound was heard except for her breathing, until the presence she had felt earlier appeared in front of her as she looked at the ground.

"You did a good job, my love," the sound came, along with a stroke on her hair, leaving her comforted. She lifted her face and saw the man she loved.

"I surpassed my limits, don't I deserve a reward?" She said softly with a beautiful smile, which made Dante sigh.

"Of course," he said, sealing a kiss on her soft lips. She blushed slightly but didn't mind; she just wanted to feel the sensation of the moment.