[Location: Dungeon—Vampire King's Castle]
Annoyed, I glanced at Paimon and Erebus.
"Shut her up already."
My command barely left my lips—
—and both were already upon her, banishing longsword and spear almost simultaneously.
Space warped behind Mana, like the castle itself flinched.
But she only smiled, bright and amused, as if two death-blows coming at her throat were nothing more than butterflies landing on her hair.
Her heel clicked once.
Just once.
But the sound wasn't sound.
It was a command.
A pulse of ancient blood-art rippled outward like a silent detonation.
Stone fractured beneath her dainty foot.
The air folded.
Paimon's gravity blade careened sideways as if the world itself pivoted.
Erebus' spear plunged downward, swallowed by a shadow that wasn't his.
Both shadows—both killers—were blasted backward at sonic speed, slamming into opposite pillars with demonic shatters of bone-crack echoes.
Mana didn't move.
She didn't blink.
