What kind of move was this?
The bizarre scene before him had caught Rorschach completely off guard.
Wasn't Dracula a vampire? Since when did vampires have such blatantly overpowered skills?
But then he thought of Dracula from Marvel. Fine—Rorschach could only say that Marvel's Dracula really was rather unreasonable.
Unafraid of sunlight, super regeneration, immortality.
And this immortality was true immortality. Every time Dracula was killed, he was guaranteed to revive.
This kind of immortality was like a law of the universe itself; even Death, one of the Five Great Creation Gods, could not kill Dracula.
Furthermore, Dracula could turn into mist, summon wind and rain, call down lightning, transform into bats or werewolves, hypnotize people...
And so on and so forth.
He was just plain overpowered.
Then for such an overpowered being, breathing out white vapor that could knock people down did not seem like such a big deal.
The question was, what exactly was that white vapor?
As those random thoughts flashed through his mind, the rapidly spreading white mist had already reached him and swallowed Rorschach whole.
But Rorschach was no ordinary person. He held his breath at once, refusing to inhale the dangerous gas.
Not only that, at this moment, his useless mutant ability—the one that had been gathering dust in some forgotten corner for so long—finally came in handy.
Through his skin, he filtered out the gas released by Dracula and directly absorbed the oxygen from the surrounding air.
Just like that, he perfectly countered Dracula's move.
"Interesting."
A voice suddenly rang out.
Dracula had appeared before Rorschach at some point, staring at him with considerable surprise.
He had never expected anyone to still be standing perfectly fine at this point.
Rorschach noticed that Dracula was already wearing the ring that had originally been inside