The battle on the city wall had reached a fever pitch.
Aurelian's greatsword clashed repeatedly with Kaine's Dragon Spear, sending sparks flying.
The old lord was clearly holding back, but each of Kaine's attacks aimed straight for the vital points.
"Wake up! Kaine!"
Aurelian roared, slicing open Kaine's helmet with a sword, "Look at who I am!"
The helmet shattered, revealing Kaine's face, pale as death. His eyes had turned completely blood-red, but at that moment, a flicker of struggle flashed within the crimson.
"Father..."
He hoarsely squeezed out the words.
Hope ignited in Aurelian's eyes: "Yes! It's me! Break free from Dracula's control!"
Kaine's expression suddenly twisted, and he clutched his head in agony, voice stuttering: "No... he's in my... mind... Blood Moon Core..."
Just then, Dracula's voice suddenly emanated from within him: "Such touching family bonds. Unfortunately, it's too late."
