Chapter 305 The first death of the event

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The luxurious ebony carriage sliced through the darkness of the night with elegance, drawn by four majestic black horses whose eyes gleamed like rubies. Inside the carriage, a tense silence hung in the air. Scarlet, sitting with impeccable posture, observed the nighttime landscape through the small window, her expression grave but filled with pride. Cassandra, beside her, wore a slight smile, while Belatrix appeared distracted, tapping her fingers on the armrest. Daniela, hands folded in her lap, looked at Strax with a mixed expression of curiosity and anxiety. Experience tales at empire Strax, however, appeared incredibly relaxed. He was reclined, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he observed his companions. "You all look like you're heading to an execution, not a dinner," he commented, breaking the silence with his deep, charismatic voice. Cassandra laughed, but Scarlet shot her a serious glance. "Sometimes I think your ignorance about our world is extravagant," she said, adjusting the rings on her fingers. "This is about pride. Elizabeth Tepes has advanced to the Emperor Cultivation stage, something few vampires achieve in millennia. Not only that, but this dinner is an opportunity to show that the powers of the Vampires have increased, and we remain one of the most respected families in the world." "And an opportunity for Elizabeth to flaunt her superiority and attract the attention of other realms," Belatrix provoked, with a mischievous smile. "Exactly, this event will have many... invaders," Scarlet said, a slight threatening gleam in her eyes. "You are too young to understand the weight of responsibility anyway, just survive." Daniela, only listening, rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, "Come on, ladies, let's keep the peace. I don't want to deal with a war before we even reach the castle," Strax smiled, trying to ease the tension. "And, to be honest, I'm curious to meet these invaders. And of course... If they're even half of what you're describing, it sounds like the dinner will be interesting." "Just a stupid dinner, I'd rather be doing something else..." Daniela said, looking at Strax with a meaningful glance. "OW!" She felt a slap on her head and looked at her sister. "Stop being a slut!" Belatrix said. The carriage gradually slowed, the hooves of the black horses rhythmically striking the stones at the castle entrance. The atmosphere inside the carriage was still charged with a mixture of tension, provocation, and expectation. Outside, the castle loomed imposing, its grandeur overshadowing everything around it. Magical lights projected a threatening aura, while the shadows of gargoyles seemed to watch the newcomers closely. "We're here," Scarlet said, her firm voice cutting through the silence. She adjusted the rings on her fingers and looked at Strax. "Remember, follow my lead. This is not the kind of place where mistakes are tolerated." Strax smiled, adjusting the collar of his jacket with a carefree touch. "I always follow your lead, Scarlet," he replied, with a gleam in his eye that mixed irony and confidence. "But I must admit, I want to see the impact you make." Belatrix chuckled softly. "Her impact? You'll see a show." The carriage finally came to a stop in front of the castle's main gate, and the coachman opened the door with an exaggerated bow. Before anyone could step out, an announcer proclaimed loudly: "We present the arrival of the Vermilion Family!" His voice echoed through the castle walls, reaching the main hall, where dozens of vampires were already gathered. Silence took over the environment. Scarlet was the first to step out of the carriage, and the world seemed to freeze. Literally. A supernatural chill ran through the air, and every vampire present stopped what they were doing. Some stood, others held their wine glasses mid-movement, but all, without exception, turned their eyes toward the figure emerging. Belatrix laughed softly, but her smile had a dangerous edge. "Belatrix Vermilion. But I think you already knew that." Darius paused, apparently taken aback by the mention of the Vermilion name. But his confidence didn't waver. Instead, he smiled even more broadly. "Ah, a Vermilion. That explains a lot. Such a... powerful house. Must be difficult living up to your family's expectations." Belatrix narrowed her eyes, her smile disappearing for a brief moment before returning in a more threatening manner. "Oh, don't worry, Darius. I always get what I want. The problem is when others try to push past their limits." Before he could interpret the warning, Darius took a step closer, his hand rising in a bold gesture to touch Belatrix's arm. "Well, maybe I could be what you want tonight." It was at that moment that a nearly imperceptible shift occurred in the hall. Strax had been observing Darius' behavior from the start, and though he seemed completely relaxed, his gaze never left the interaction. When the bold vampire's hand rose to touch Belatrix, Strax was already standing, his glass quietly placed on the table. In an instant, he was by Belatrix's side, his presence so fast and silent that Darius almost stepped back reflexively. Strax smiled, but there was no warmth in that smile. His eyes, as cold as ice, met Darius' with an intensity that made the vampire hesitate. "Forgive me for interrupting," Strax began, his voice calm, but carrying an undeniable authority. "But I believe you're about to cross a dangerous line." Darius tried to regain his composure, but Strax's presence was overwhelming. "And you would be... who exactly?" he asked, with a failed attempt at sounding defiant. "Me?" Strax tilted his head slightly, still smiling. "I'm the man who doesn't tolerate anyone touching what's mine." The entire hall seemed to hold its breath in that moment. Vampires nearby started to murmur, and even Elizabeth Tepes, high on her throne, seemed intrigued by the unfolding scene. Belatrix, on the other hand, smiled broadly and provocatively. She stepped closer to Strax, resting her hand on his shoulder while looking at Darius. "I warned you," she said in a carefree tone, as though enjoying the discomfort of the vampire before her. Darius stepped forward, his face twisted in a mix of embarrassment and rage, but there was something more in his eyes: the wound to his pride being exposed before so many pairs of eyes. He couldn't accept such humiliation. "Again... Who the hell are you to challenge me like this?" His voice carried fury, but also desperation. Strax kept his cold smile, but his eyes, now glowing with a crimson hue, betrayed a devastating power. "I already said," he replied, with the calm of a predator who knew he had already won. "I'm the man who doesn't tolerate a useless worm touching what's mine." The murmurs in the hall grew louder, vampires whispering to one another as the tension in the air became almost suffocating. Darius, however, was unwilling to back down. The humiliation was too much for him to bear, and his desperation made him commit the final mistake. With a roar of rage, he charged at Strax, attempting to strike him with a curved blade conjured from dark magic. But before anyone could even blink, Strax moved. His arm rose with almost lazy precision, and a blood aura glowed around his body. In milliseconds, Darius froze in place, his eyes wide with absolute horror. He tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. Slowly, a sphere of blood began to emerge from his body, floating in the air above his head, growing larger as the vital liquid was drained from him. His limbs trembled violently before losing all strength, and he fell to the ground, lifeless, like an empty shell. The silence in the hall was deafening. All eyes were fixed on the scene, some with expressions of shock, others with pure terror. A few older vampires, recognizing the blood manipulation, swallowed hard, realizing the level of power Strax had just displayed. "It wasn't for lack of warning," Strax said calmly, watching the blood sphere float before him. He moved his fingers with elegance, and the sphere descended, forming small threads that were absorbed by his body. "I warned him, but he chose to ignore it." 'Blood manipulation against weak vampires is really interesting... I killed him just by draining his blood...' Strax smiled at the successful experiment.

Chapter 305 The first death of the event

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