"Holy crap... I mean, yeah, I know vampires can be B to S-Rank depending on their evolution, but... seriously...
Adam muttered, eyes wide as the aftermath of Clara's Shadow Prison cleared the tunnel of all life.
"That's not a general skill… That's a damn cheat code. Who the hell designed this race? Dracula on steroids?"
He took a breath, the hum of Clara's residual corruption still thick in the air, but Clara didn't respond right away.
Instead, her crimson eyes narrowed, the remnants of her blood manipulation slowly retracting into her skin like living tendrils.
"Mon m-m-maître...
She called softly, but there was a tension in her voice that made Adam's ears perk up.
"Hmm, what is Clara?"
Adam asked as he looked at his servant. For some reason, her form was trembling, and she soon began to speak.
"Up ahead… I sense something."
And the moment heard that, a serious look came on his face, as he looked up ahead, but he saw nothing in particular.
"...Something ha?"
