The enemy is using new means of combat.

After these words, the vampire pronounces the words of an incomprehensible spell. You see the claws on his hands disappear. At the same time, something appears in his right hand. It looks like a small swirl of shadows that have an inky black hue. However, there are some flashes running through these shadows... It looks like small veins of a dark red hue. The shadows are structured into a narrow and long silhouette of the subject.

A moment later, you see that in your enemy's hand is a long sword made of a mysterious black material with small inclusions of dark red lines. This sword is longer than yours. It looks like it belongs to the category of bastard swords. Looking at this weapon makes you feel a little dizzy. You feel the unnaturalness and disgustingness of this object, which was created by terrible vampire witchcraft.

However, you understand. That you need to take advantage of the moments before your opponent has time to attack. Overcoming the pain of your wounds, you rush at the enemy. You make a series of strikes with your steel sword.

First hit! The vampire blocked. Steel collided with the mysterious material of the vampire sword. It's like hitting a wall of granite stone. You were thrown back.

Second strike! You aimed at the vampire's head. He dodged it with ease.

Third strike! The steel blade grazed the vampire's left shoulder. Small wound. No blood. Your enemy simply ignored this wound.

When you try to swing your sword again, you feel like your opponent is trying to counterattack you. You parry his attack from above. However, the dark bastard sword continues to move, sliding down the edge of your blade.

It was a deceptive maneuver.

The edge of the dark blade cuts your left leg just below the foot.

You lose your balance and fall onto the stone floor.

Wide swing. The dark blade moves with lightning speed along a wide trajectory.

The result is sad. For you. Your right hand. The hand in which you held your steel sword. This hand has been severed. The hand and sword are now lying about two meters away from your body.

You let out a scream of animal pain. However, you do not lose consciousness from painful shock. And much less blood flows from your wounds than might be expected.

Another blow.

A sharp blade of magical dark matter cuts through your steel plate armor. It's hard to believe. But the central element of the armor could not withstand such a powerful blow. Now there is a large chopped hole in the center of the armor.

The tip of a dark blade approaches your throat. This tip sways slightly from side to side. It looks like some kind of sadistic game.

You hear the old vampire's husky voice: “So, you like my toy? You really love it when someone swings swords!”

You mumble in response: “No... No... Don’t... Please... I’ll do whatever you want...”

The tip of the sword makes contact with your left cheek and moves slightly, slicing through the flesh. Small shallow wound.

The dark blade then moves away from your face.

You hear the vampire's voice: “Don't you want to play with a sword? Well…"

Vampir casts a spell. The dark blade in his hand disappears. You see long and sharp claws again. The vampire says something.

Suddenly you feel your wounded body rise into the air. It’s like there’s a strong strangling grip of an invisible hand on your throat. It is difficult for you to pronounce articulate sounds. Your body hangs in the air opposite your enemy.

The vampire says in a bored tone: “Regarding your plea for mercy, I can tell you that you will not like my answer. Rickard Frayn does not need slaves whose intelligence level is so low."

After these words, the vampire delivers a swift blow to your chest. Claws pierce your body through a gap in your armor. In an instant, sharp claws tear out a piece of torn flesh. This piece of flesh is your heart.

The old vampire clenches his fist. The heart crumbles to dust.

Quick strike with the second hand. The vampire's claws cut flesh, veins, bone. Your head hits the stone floor.

Pieces of flesh that until recently formed a single whole (the body of a person called Marcus Dreis) begin to quickly crumble into dust. Ten seconds later, there is nothing to indicate that the fight happened recently, except for the broken armor that is lying on the stone floor.

The old vampire goes into the darkness of one of the corridors.

Person, which was called Marcus Dreis, no longer exists. Nothingness consumed the body and soul of this person.