Silver Swords Really Do Work on Vampires!

The place was strange and dangerous, and Eldin, with her special Bloodline and knowledge of what was going on, was bound to be a prized target.

So Evan followed the scent and the sounds of fighting, racing toward them at top speed.

As the rushing wind swept the darkness aside, Evan soon saw the scene below.

Eldin beat a pair of wings formed from dense, blood-colored energy.

Unfortunately, the wings did not seem capable of actually carrying her in flight.

Instead, each beat summoned a mass of long, slender, translucent blood-red needles into the air.

As soon as they appeared, the needles locked onto their targets and shot forward with a hiss.

They exploded on contact.

"You're not Eldin—you're fucking Dante!"

The two fighting Eldin were the Expert-Level Bloodthirsty Species who had been following Edward.

All three stood amid the ruins of an enormous palace.

It appeared to have been a Main Hall, grander and more magnificent than the two Evan had seen earlier.

The entire palace had collapsed. The heads had been cut off countless statues, and the magnificent murals were smeared black with foul blood...

Yet the relief-covered support columns and the massive foundations surrounding them still spoke of the building's former splendor.

The three fighters darted and circled through the ruins.

The two Bloodthirsty Species, a man and a woman, worked together seamlessly.

The woman specialized in close combat, constantly pressing Eldin with physical attacks.

The man was better at mental attacks. His body had become incorporeal, much like someone in the Ethereal State after drinking a Wraith Potion.

Even without a solid body, he could keep attacking Eldin with a strange, dark light.

The pair also seemed familiar with Eldin's abilities.

Whenever Eldin was about to blast the woman to pieces, the man interfered with her