The scene morphed once more to show Melphie and the Vampire King fighting in the middle of the blood-stained battlefield. Unlike before when he had only been leisurely sitting on his throne, the vampire now wore black spiked plate armour with a white bone crown, though his movements were still just as fluid and leisurely as if he was in lounge wear. His rapier bit and snaked its way through the air like it had a life of its own, black and red tendrils reaching hungrily towards Melphie every time their blades clashed.
Melphie, on the other hand, was covered by a purple shimmering mass that flowed like liquid over her skeletal form coalescing every time the vampire's strikes made it past her guard as if it was anticipating his every move. Her sword was a jet black longsword that glittered with lights like stars that seemed to ripple with every clash as if it wished to swallow the vampire's sword whole.
