MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 215: The king's disease

As Damien strode past the tomb entrance, his senses honed for the impending clash. With Rose safely returned to his castle, he embraced the solitary intensity of his mission. Ice crackled at his fingertips, a prelude to the storm of power about to be unleashed. Dhampirs fell in his wake, but the echoes of battle within the tomb intensified, a testament to the ferocity of the conflict raging within.

The entire cave entrance trembled under the force of the clash between the high lords. Despite the chaos, a smile tugged at Damien's lips. The thrill of battle coursed through his veins, heightened by the burning desire for retribution against Dravena. With each step, his resolve solidified. Today, he would ensure that she paid dearly for her transgressions.

In the heart of the tomb, amidst the echoing clashes of power, the high lords found themselves locked in intense battles. Each lord wielded their unique abilities, unleashing torrents of energy upon their adversaries. Dhampirs lay defeated, their threat extinguished, leaving only vampires to contend with one another.

Two high lords, their auras blazing with formidable power, squared off against another pair, their clashes sending shockwaves through the chamber. Arcane energies crackled and clashed, filling the air with a palpable tension.

Meanwhile, the fifth high lord, ancient and imposing, confronted the noble representatives from the Von Nat and Vardanian households. Despite their numerical advantage, the nobles found themselves struggling against the seasoned high lord's mastery of combat. His attacks were precise and devastating, thwarting their every move with calculated ease.

As the battle raged on, the tomb reverberated with the sounds of conflict, each clash echoing through the ancient chamber. The outcome remained uncertain, as the combatants fought tooth and nail for supremacy in the tumultuous fray.

As Damien entered the open chamber, the scene before him was one of chaos and strife. Marlowe lay on the ground, bloodied and struggling to rise.

"She's in her family's tomb!! Stop her Damien!" Marlowe's voice rang out urgently, punctuated by coughs of blood.

Damien wasted no time, his resolve firm. "Hang in there, Marlowe. I'll put an end to this," he promised, his voice resolute.

With swift steps, Damien traced his way out of the chamber, his mind racing with the gravity of the situation. As he made his way towards the family tombs, he couldn't shake the weight of the impending danger.

The thought of assisting the nobles briefly crossed his mind, but he knew that Dravena's plan posed a far greater threat. If she succeeded in awakening the past leaders of the houses, the consequences would be dire for all.

Focusing on the task at hand, Damien steeled himself for the confrontation ahead. The fate of their world hung in the balance, and he was determined to stop Dravena at any cost.

Damien swiftly entered the family tomb, finding it already opened. Strange carvings adorned the coffins, hinting at ancient power.

Dravena's ritual was in full swing, the old king's body laid out before her. Despite centuries of slumber, he remained intact.

"Stop this madness, Dravena, and maybe I'll spare your life!" Damien's voice cut through the tense air as he brandished his ice swords.

Dravena hissed in annoyance, dropping the golden cup on the king's chest. She turned to face Damien, her red eyes blazing with defiance.

"Surrender is not an option," she spat, her stance defiant. It was clear she was ready to fight to the bitter end.

With a hiss of determination, Damien glared at Dravena, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Enough games, Dravena!" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

He wasted no time, summoning his ice powers to create a ramp and launching himself towards Dravena, swords ready to strike.

But Dravena was quick to retaliate, kicking up a cloud of dust to obscure Damien's vision. In that brief moment of chaos, she lunged forward with lethal intent.

Damien's instincts kicked in just in time, blocking Dravena's incoming blow with his ice sword, which shattered upon impact. With lightning reflexes, he deflected her attack with his forearm, simultaneously thrusting his remaining sword towards her.

However, Dravena was prepared, parrying Damien's ice with the armored back of her hand. With a swift motion, she countered with a sweeping leg kick aimed at Damien's knees, momentarily staggering him but failing to bring him down.

With a determined stomp, Damien summoned a trail of ice beneath him, ensnaring Dravena's feet and immobilizing her. As she struggled to break free, Damien swiftly glided towards her, crashing into her with brute force and sending her hurtling towards a nearby wall, leaving a deep dent.

Despite the impact, Dravena quickly regained her footing, her frustration fueling her aggression. With a menacing growl, she launched herself back into the fray, wielding an empty coffin as a weapon.

Damien narrowly evaded the heavy coffin as it swung towards him, but before he could fully recover, Dravena delivered a relentless assault. An axe kick caught him off guard, followed by a barrage of punches that left him reeling. The final blow, a vicious knee to his jaw, sent him crashing to the ground.

As Damien struggled to rise, Dravena approached with a sinister grin, taunting him with cruel words of impending doom.

"Fool!! You should have run off with your damsel while you had the chance. Now you'll die here!" Dravena taunted, relishing in Damien's struggle.

As she moved in for the kill, Damien intercepted her attack, shattering the ice sword she wielded. With swift precision, he transformed the shattered fragments into razor-sharp arrowheads, launching them at Dravena.

Each arrowhead struck her armor with a resounding clang, leaving behind crimson marks where they made contact, but they quickly faded away.

"You seem surprised, Damien," Dravena remarked, a smug grin spreading across her face as she observed his reaction. "You've forgotten what my family is known for. Our strength lies not in offense, but in defense. I can reflect any attack with double the force. And with this armor," she gestured to her attire, "I don't even need to use it yet."

As Damien stared at Dravena's imposing armor, memories flooded back, recalling the legendary armour.

"The King's Disease? No ruler from your family has worn that armor since its original user. How many rules do you seek to break, Dravena?! This is madness!"

"No! This is vengeance, Damien! I'm doing what no other Draconis ruler could do. The rest of you leaders have always looked down on us. Now I'll show you just how strong our ability is!" Dravena retorted fiercely.

Suddenly, a massive fireball hurtled toward her, colliding with her body. Damien swiftly erected an ice barrier for protection, but the intense heat melted his ice in seconds, enveloping the area in hot vapor.

As the mist dissipated, Damien witnessed Dravena rising to her feet, her teeth clenched and eyes ablaze with feral red fury. She turned to find Lord Marlowe joining the fray.

"You! I should have killed you when I had the chance!" Dravena spat, her demeanor twisted with madness.