novelraw Chapter 225: Zorvax is Here
Chapter 225: Zorvax is Here
Vincent, his presence radiating a dark and menacing aura, advanced towards Drakina and Ophelia with a slow, deliberate pace. His movements were confident and calculated, each step bringing him closer to his overwhelmed opponents.
Drakina and Ophelia, battered and exhausted, braced themselves for his approach, their faces etched with fatigue and determination. They were clearly on the defensive, struggling to keep up with Vincent’s relentless assault.
As Vincent closed in, he raised his knife high, the weapon glinting menacingly in the dim light of the battlefield. "This is the end for you both," he said, his voice cold and resolute. The tone of his voice carried a sense of finality, a declaration of the inevitable conclusion he saw before him.
Drakina, despite her weariness, prepared herself for the incoming attack. She tightened her grip on her weapon, her stance firm and ready. Ophelia, though injured, stood beside Drakina, her eyes fixed on Vincent with a defiant glare.
Vincent swung his knife down in a swift, arcing motion, aiming to finish the battle with a single, decisive strike. Drakina, summoning her remaining strength, intercepted the blade. She managed to block it, but the impact resonated through her body, causing her to wince in pain. A line of blood trickled down her arm, a vivid contrast against her pale skin.
Vincent, momentarily taken aback by Drakina’s show of strength, quickly regained his composure. His expression shifted from surprise to a mocking smirk. "Impressive," he sneered with a hint of condescension. "But ultimately futile against me." His eyes shone with a predatory glint, reveling in the sense of control he wielded over the situation.
Gleefully, he announced his next move, "Now, let me absorb your power." His voice was filled with anticipation, almost as if he relished the thought of gaining more strength from his opponents. Vincent extended his hand towards Drakina, his fingers twitching slightly as if beckoning her shadow to come to him.
Gradually, a faint wisp of Drakina’s shadow began to peel away, drawn inexorably towards Vincent by his unique ability. As the shadow neared him, Vincent’s smirk widened, expecting to feel a surge of new power.
However, the moment Drakina’s shadow made contact with him, Vincent’s face twisted in sudden, excruciating pain. "Aaagh!" he screamed, his voice echoing across the battlefield. His body contorted involuntarily, his hands clutching his head as if trying to squeeze out the agony.
"What is this?" Vincent cried out, his tone laced with confusion and shock. His eyes, wide with pain and disbelief, darted frantically as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. The dark energy around him began to fluctuate wildly, reflecting his inner turmoil.
Lying on the ground but far from defeated, Ophelia managed to muster a weak yet distinctly triumphant smile. She looked up at Vincent, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and satisfaction.
"Did you really think absorbing our power would be that simple?" she taunted, her voice weak but clear. "Our power comes from being zombies. It’s like a poison to others. You can’t just take it without consequences."
Vincent, realizing the severe error in his strategy, quickly acted to sever the connection with Drakina’s shadow. The shadowy essence flowed back to Drakina, who received it with a stoic nod. Vincent’s frustration was palpable as he spat out, "Damn it!" The realization that his plan had backfired so disastrously was a bitter pill to swallow.
Refusing to be deterred by this setback, Vincent attempted to regain his composure. His face hardened, and his voice carried a tone of resolve mixed with irritation. "Fine, then. I’ll just have to kill you both," he declared, his hands balling into fists.
Ophelia, still maintaining her smile despite her prone position, retorted, "Killing us won’t be as easy as you think, Vincent."
Vincent, now visibly agitated by Ophelia’s resilience, leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. "Why? You’re both down. I can finish this right now," he said, a note of impatience creeping into his voice.
Ophelia’s grin only widened, her eyes gleaming with a hint of triumph. "Because he is here," she stated cryptically, nodding her head slightly towards a spot just behind Vincent.
Vincent’s brow furrowed in confusion and suspicion. He slowly turned his head to look behind him, his body tensing in anticipation of what—or who—might be there. The mention of this unknown person added a new layer of uncertainty to the situation.
But suddenly, the atmosphere on the battlefield shifted dramatically as a swirling black cloud materialized overhead, casting an ominous shadow over the combatants. From within this dark maelstrom, a figure emerged, descending slowly to the ground.
The man had striking white hair that contrasted sharply with his futuristic black armor, which gleamed with an intimidating presence. His arrival seemed to change the air around them, infusing it with a sense of foreboding power.
Ophelia’s eyes widened in recognition and relief. "Zorvax, you’re here!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and gratitude. Her face lit up with a rare display of genuine happiness, a stark contrast to the grim determination that had marked her expression moments earlier.
Zorvax landed gracefully beside Ophelia, giving her a small, reassuring smile. His demeanor was calm and composed, yet there was an undeniable strength and confidence in his stance. He surveyed the scene with keen, observant eyes, quickly assessing the situation.
As Vincent stood face-to-face with the newly arrived Zorvax, a sense of unease crept over him. He could feel a powerful aura emanating from Zorvax, a sensation that was both unfamiliar and intimidating. This feeling sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, subtly shaking his usually unflappable confidence.
Vincent’s posture, typically marked by dominance and control, faltered ever so slightly as he faced this mysterious and powerful newcomer. His eyes, previously filled with the fire of anger and determination, now reflected a mix of caution and curiosity. He studied Zorvax intently, trying to read the intentions behind those calm, assessing eyes.
In his mind, Vincent was rapidly calculating his next move. "Who is this guy?" he thought, his mind racing. "He’s not like the others... there’s a strength to him that’s... different. More potent."
Vincent shifted his weight slightly, his muscles tensing as he prepared for any possible outcome. His gaze remained fixed on Zorvax, not wanting to miss any subtle cues or movements that might give him an advantage.
Internally, Vincent continued his silent monologue. "He’s calm, too calm. That’s not the look of someone who’s unsure or afraid. What kind of power does he possess? And more importantly, how can I use it to my advantage?"
Despite his inner turmoil, Vincent managed to maintain a facade of composure. His expression was one of guarded interest, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes betrayed his growing concern. He knew that this encounter with Zorvax could change the tide of the battle, and he needed to be ready for whatever was to come.