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Hearing his brother's insane words, the Werewolf King's fury ignited.
"Bastard! You think you're strong enough to defy me?! The last time, I left you crying on the floor!" Beowulf roared, attempting to unleash his aura. "And— Aack?!"
The moment he tried, however, his legs buckled. He collapsed to his knees, vomiting blood as searing agony tore through his stomach.
"What were you saying, bro?" Ulric smiled coldly. "Now move… if you don't want to end up like him. Your turn will come later."
"You think I'll let you harm him?" the Vampire Queen hissed, her aura flaring with raw power. "Turn to stone!"
"Huh? W-Wait— what is this? AAAGH!"
Her eyes gleamed with deadly light. In an instant, a potent curse engulfed Ulric, transforming him into a stone statue.
This was the Vampire Queen's special power: the Eyes of Petrification.
"Hm? Master?"
