Vlad shook his head, clearing the memories.
When his eyes opened again, they glowed a brighter crimson than their usual terrible red. He felt his nails growing, fangs appearing in his mouth, and the magic in his body surging. He raised both hands, and then the ground trembled.
As he tapped into his Beast Spirit, Dracula.
Countless crimson stakes burst from the earth before rushing towards the countless roots. They struck the root barrier from below, piercing through the wood with terrifying force. Each stake was several meters long, dripping with something that might have been blood as they pierced through roots after roots.
Then, more stakes appeared in the sky above.
They appeared from nothing, hovering for a moment before plummeting down like rain. The stakes struck the roots from above, tearing through wood, creating massive holes.
