Under the moonlit night, I sprinted toward Vesperus, desperate to pull Valerian’s hands away from his neck. But before I could reach them, Vesperus demonstrated an incredible display of strength, overpowering Valerian’s grip effortlessly.
A cunning smirk danced upon Vesperus’ lips as he bent Valerian’s hand, taunting, “I’m not as weak as I once was.” Valerian glared back, determination etched across his face. He lunged for Vesperus, attempting to seize him, but Vesperus deftly evaded, slipping out of Valerian’s grasp. In a swift motion, Vesperus snatched Valerian by the throat.
As I watched, the tension in the air became palpable, and the silence amplified the sound of our breaths. Valerian, though not revealing any signs of weakness, surprised everyone by extending his fangs and biting
