MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 217: The armour is the disease

The situation grew increasingly dire as Damien and Marlowe, both seasoned lords, struggled against the formidable might of Dravena. Despite their relentless assault, her armor seemed impervious, deflecting every blow with ease. Each attack they launched was met with a counter of unparalleled strength, leaving them battered and weary.

Damien, fueled by his desire for glory, pressed on despite the odds. His pride demanded a solo victory over Dravena, but reality soon shattered his illusions. Dravena's power surpassed anything he had faced before, her mastery of both offense and defense leaving him and Marlowe at a disadvantage.

Damien had always known that Dravena would be a formidable opponent. From the moment they crossed paths, her abilities had set her apart from the average vampire. Unlike most, she possessed an uncanny resilience, capable of enduring damage far beyond the norm.

Her capacity to withstand attacks had always presented a challenge, but with the acquisition of the legendary armor, the "King's Disease," she had become nearly invincible.

The King's Disease was renowned for amplifying the wearer's durability and strength, making them virtually impervious to harm. Its addition to Dravena's arsenal elevated her defenses to unprecedented levels, rendering traditional methods of combat futile against her.

With each blow, the armor absorbed the force and reflected it back twofold, further compounding the challenge of inflicting any meaningful damage.

Every strike he launched seemed to glance off her defenses, only serving to reinforce the daunting realization that defeating her would require more than brute strength alone. It would demand cunning, strategy, and perhaps even a willingness to exploit her weaknesses, if any could be found.

However, another unsettling realization gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Since absorbing the blast from Dravena's energy attack, he had noticed something deeply troubling—his injuries refused to heal. Every wound inflicted by the devastating blast lingered, defying his ability to regenerate.

As Damien glanced down at the charred remains of his once-pristine robe, his gaze lingered on the deep, searing burn that marred his chest. He traced the outline of the burn with a grim expression, his fingertips grazing the still-smoldering edges.

With a heavy sigh, he murmured to himself, "This armor... it's not just about defense. It's as if it's negating my ability to heal."

The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Could it be that the true power of the King's Disease extended beyond mere defensive capabilities? Did it possess the ability to inhibit his own innate healing abilities? The implications were staggering and sent a ripple of fear coursing through Damien's veins.

The realization dawned on him that they were facing an adversary of unparalleled strength, one whose power transcended anything he had encountered before. The combination of Dravena's formidable abilities and the impenetrable armor she wore posed a threat unlike any other they had faced.

Despite his best efforts to remain composed, a sense of urgency clawed at the edges of Damien's consciousness. The danger they faced was undeniable, and with each passing moment, it only seemed to escalate. As he surveyed the battlefield, a grim determination settled over him. They were in the fight of their lives, and failure was not an option.

The toll of battle weighed heavily on Damien as he felt the searing pain of the energy blast that had scorched his arm and chest. Normally, his vampiric regeneration would have swiftly healed such wounds, but now they lingered, stubborn and unyielding.

It was a troubling realization—his nigh invulnerability, a trait he had always relied upon, seemed to falter in the face of Dravena's relentless assault.

Marlowe's resilience was nothing short of remarkable. As he rose to his feet, the audible sound of bones shifting and popping back into place echoed through the cavern,

He had stopped bleeding and looked almost healed now. Not quite at a hundred percent but judging off how he stood up right and looked to be ready to head back into the fray, Damien could guess the short time that he had to take on Dravena, Marlowe had recovered huge portions of his strength.

However to say he was at a hundred percent was far from true. To do that he would at least need time and blood to gain back the ones he lost and heal some of the more internal damages.

But none of those things mattered to Marlowe. Much like Damien, he was a proud lord and most definitely took pride in his strength. The very thought of Dravena beating the pulp out of both of them left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Quite alright her family was renowned for being better at hand to hand combat that any other household, It still didn't stop Marlowe from feeling embarrassed. He was going to do everything to stop Dravena.

Damien reached out a hand to halt Marlowe's advance, his own struggles evident as he fought to rise to his feet. "Hold, Marlowe," he cautioned, his voice strained but resolute. "Attacking blindly will only worsen our situation."

Marlowe paused, his gaze meeting Damien's with a mixture of frustration and determination. "But we cannot afford to stand idly by," he argued, his tone laced with urgency.

Damien shook his head, his expression grim. "There's more to her armor than meets the eye," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I suspect it has the ability to prevent our wounds from healing."

Dravena's laughter echoed through the chamber, a mocking symphony that cut through the tension like a blade. "Well done, Damien," she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've finally caught on."

Her words stung, a bitter reminder of their precarious situation. "You two always underestimated me," she continued, her tone laced with bitterness. "But now, you have every reason to fear."

"You've been quite foolish, haven't you?" Dravena's voice rang out, dripping with contempt as she addressed Damien and Marlowe. "All this time, you've been throwing your attacks at me, little more than fodder for my armor to absorb."

Her words landed like a heavy blow, the weight of their mistakes settling heavily upon them. Damien exchanged a glance with Marlowe, a silent acknowledgment of their misjudgment.

"Now, I am charged with the power you so generously bestowed upon me," Dravena continued, her tone mocking as she clasped her hands together. "And it's time for you to face the consequences."