MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 308: Unleashing the true monster!

A sudden shift in energy engulfed the chamber, a gust of wind tore through the air, carrying with it an icy chill that permeated Damien's surroundings. In a matter of moments, frost began to creep up his legs, encasing him in a glacial prison that extended to cover his entire form. Atop his head, a crown of ice materialized, casting an ethereal blue glow that illuminated the room.

With eyes ablaze in a radiant blue hue, Damien stood amidst the icy tendrils, his aura pulsating with an otherworldly power that seemed to eclipse the very essence of the space around him. With a triumphant roar, he unleashed spikes of ice shards from the ground, intent on impaling Blake where he stood.

However, Blake's reflexes were swift as he reacted with lightning speed, shattering the incoming ice spikes with powerful kicks that sent crystalline shards scattering in every direction. Undeterred, Damien halted the onslaught of ice mid-air, causing the chamber to resemble a scene of suspended animation, a chaotic dance of frozen particles swirling around.

Even the sword clutched tightly in Blake's grasp seemed to react to the sudden shift in energy, vibrating violently and tugging against his grip in an attempt to break free. Recognizing the danger, Blake released his hold on the sword, watching as it disintegrated into shards that joined the maelstrom of floating ice.

Observing the spectacle before him, Blake muttered under his breath, a note of apprehension evident in his voice as he questioned Damien's next move, uncertain of the depths of power he was about to unleash upon them.

Out of no where, Damien unleashed each shard of ice towards Blake, the room crackled with an intense energy. But Blake was not one to succumb easily. With a swift motion, he summoned forth his blood powers, drawing upon the red essence that pulsed within him. From the pool of blood Damien had left upon the ground, Blake conjured a massive blood globule, swirling with dark intensity.

With a snap of his palms outward, Blake unleashed the full force of his blood magic, transforming the globule into an explosive blood bomb that detonated with a deafening roar. The shockwave rippled through the air, shattering the ice shards into countless fragments that dispersed into nothingness, leaving not even a trace of water behind.

As the remnants of the explosive blood bomb dissipated into the air, Blake stood amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes traced the lingering traces of crimson energy that danced around him, a testament to the power he had just unleashed. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, a sense of awe washed over him.

"Did you see that?" Blake murmured, his voice tinged with wonder. "I didn't even know I could do that... It just... happened."

He flexed his fingers, still tingling with the residual energy of his blood magic. The sensation was foreign yet strangely familiar, as if he had tapped into some long-dormant reservoir of power within himself.

'It was like... instinct," he continued, his tone filled with awe and disbelief. 'Like my body knew what to do before I even realized it myself. No one taught me that... I've never even practiced it. But in that moment, it felt...

natural,' he thought.

"I don't know how or why," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I feel like I'm just scratching the surface of what I'm capable of. And if that's the case... then there's no telling what I might be able to do next."

Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, Damien's icy armor remained unscathed, a testament to the formidable power he wielded. The shimmering blue aura surrounding him flickered with renewed intensity, casting an ominous glow over the chamber as he prepared to unleash his next assault.

Damien began to gather his energy, a dark blue aura enveloped him, crackling with raw power. Frost formed at his fingertips, coalescing into a swirling vortex of icy energy that pulsated with malevolent intent. With a fierce roar, he unleashed the icy tempest towards Blake, the shards of ice shimmering with an ethereal blue light as they hurtled through the air.

Blake's eyes widened in horror as he realized the magnitude of the impending onslaught. Instinctively, he summoned his blood powers, attempting to create a barrier of swirling crimson energy to shield himself from the onslaught. But Damien's attack was relentless, tearing through his defenses like paper.

The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the room, shattering windows and cracking the walls. Blake gritted his teeth against the overwhelming force, his body trembling with the effort of trying to hold back the onslaught.

But it was futile.

With a deafening crash, the full force of Damien's attack slammed into Blake, lifting him off his feet and hurtling him backward with bone-crushing force. The razor-sharp shards of ice tore through his flesh, leaving deep lacerations that oozed crimson blood.

As they crashed through the floor, the impact sent splinters of wood flying in all directions, leaving Blake sprawled and battered on the floor below.

For a moment, everything was a blur of pain and disorientation. Blake struggled to draw breath, his chest heaving with the effort as he tried to push himself upright. But as he surveyed the extent of his injuries, he realized the severity of the situation. Blood seeped from numerous wounds, staining his clothes a dark crimson, and every movement sent waves of agony radiating through his body.

As he glanced up, he saw Damien standing over him, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Despite his best efforts, Blake had failed to defend himself against Damien's devastating attack. And now, as he lay battered and broken on the floor of the mansion below, he knew that he was in for the fight of his life.

With an air of disdain, Damien circled Blake, his gaze piercing and calculating. "Ah, Blake, the perennial failure," he began, his voice dripping with derision. "You truly believe Rose deserves someone like you? A feeble, ineffectual guardian?"

Blake's jaw clenched at the insult, but he remained steadfast. "Rose deserves someone who loves her,," he retorted, his voice tinged with determination even as he coughed up blood.