Obliterated!
Completely defeated, Brian collapsed, his strength sapped by the relentless assault. He struggled to rise, muscles screaming in protest, but his body refused to obey. His fate mirrored that of the others—bodies riddled with small, precise holes, seeping crimson.
A shadow variant loomed before them, its form cloaked in swirling, inky mist that seemed to devour the light. Two bat-like wings, jagged and leathery, sprouted from its back, twitching with menacing intent. Marquis Alexander, once a proud vampire noble, now a twisted shadow slave, stood resolute beside Emperor Augustus. Their combined might had crushed the perfect team, leaving only chaos in their wake.
**Earlier...**
"Stay sharp, everyone. This shadow slave is different—more dangerous than the rest. We can't afford to let our guard down," Aaron muttered, his voice tight with tension as cold sweat beaded on his brow, glistening under the dim, flickering light of the battlefield.
