Strange Evil Energy, Mad Dracula

Back on the Western Continent, Dracula wore a sinister grin, his expression somewhat crazed.

Evil energy was eroding his mind.

At that moment, Second Prince Valentine of the Blood Clan arrived at his castle.

Valentine spread his enormous bat wings as he walked and said, "Dracula, where have you been all this time? Another city under your command has fallen, leaving my cities exposed on both fronts."

As the first and second princes of the Blood Clan, Dracula and Valentine had joined forces to form the most powerful faction on the Western Continent.

Before the Frost Snow Werewolves appeared, they had constantly been expanding their territory.

When Valentine walked up to Dracula, Dracula raised his head, revealing the savage face beneath his hood.

Valentine took a step back. "My God! Your face—Dracula, what happened to you?"

Several grotesque cracks ran across Dracula's face, and black energy seemed to writhe within them.

Dracula shook his head. "I'm fine. Better than ever before."

With a whoosh, Dracula darted to Valentine's side and seized him by the throat.

Valentine's face flushed red. He grabbed Dracula's hand with both hands, trying to pry it open.

Valentine said with difficulty, "What... are you... doing?"

Dracula smiled. "Of course, I'm killing you. You always disturb my peace. I used to need your help, but now that I'm stronger, I don't need you anymore. So die."

The black energy on Dracula's body spread through his hand and onto Valentine.

Valentine felt the power in his body rapidly draining away.

His strength grew weaker and weaker.

"Dra... cula... you... are... insane?"

Dracula said, "I'm not insane. I've merely become stronger."

Under the erosion of the evil energy, Valentine gradually lost all color.

With a crash, Valentine's body collapsed into a pile of ash.

Several specks of black light