The street lay empty and silent. Only the streetlights drove back the darkness, offering a little light.
The imagined downpour had never come. The air was neither damp nor thick with the smell of blood; the night breeze was pleasantly cool.
The streetlights still stood. The road bore no craters from lightning strikes, no claw marks left by bloody talons. It was as if nothing had happened.
A figure stood at the center of the intersection, tall and lean beneath the streetlights. His strange, alluring crimson eyes gleamed as three black Tomoe slowly revolved within them.
Reflected in those crimson eyes was a black bat, frozen in the street ahead.
The black bat remained motionless in the middle of the road. Oddly, pain flickered across his face, then anger. At last, his mouth split into a crazed grin, as though something had delighted him.
Mo Xie gave a soft snort, watching the ridiculous spectacle with amusement. The crimson faded from his eyes, leaving them their normal color. Then he snapped his fingers.
Looks like this vampire is lost in the Genjutsu. How pathetic... Time to end this farce.
At the snap, Nie Dong seemed to wake from a dream. He raised his head in confusion and looked around.
When he saw Mo Xie standing at the intersection ahead, his expression froze. He roared in disbelief.
"H-how is that possible? Didn't I cut you to pieces?!"
Mo Xie gave him a mocking smile and asked playfully.
"Cut me to pieces? Heh. Are you sure that wasn't just some ridiculous fantasy before your death?"
Seeing the undamaged street around him, Nie Dong finally realized everything that had happened was an illusion. He had been caught in Genjutsu!
Remembering how real that bizarre illusion had felt, he broke out in a cold sweat