Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse
Chapter 6: Renaissance

Chapter 6: Renaissance

The Gnoll had thrown the meagre remains of the once awakened student into his glorious pile.

Its heavy footfalls had raced it forward, roaring and snapping an ominous chuckle at the people who had been distracted in their desperate defence against the zombies that had blocked their exit.

Meanwhile, Dion was undergoing a metamorphosis through a mystical phenomenon.

{ Critical system error 000: Malicious intent of the foreign influence detected! }

{ Relinquishing bond priority with the being, Dion Borealis! }

{ Recategorization of existence within Akashic Records in process. }

All at once, he felt his heart throb and stutter into innumerable beats. It had happened so quickly and ferociously that its pain overshadowed what he had been feeling.

His heart exploded within his chest because of it, and blood burst through the orifices of his collapsed body.

{ Establishment of connection to the Hanging Garden of Babylon! }

{ Connection established! }

{ Status elevated! }

{ Your status has been elevated further! }

{ Your status to the Hanging Garden has been elevated to the highest grade! }

In that instance, all of the blood that had just ruptured from him glimmered with a strange light within itself.

It moved, stirring at first, as if it were struggling to awaken from a slumber.

Then, it rose ever so faintly off of the ground, and then it swam, spinning and weaving itself into an intricate formation.

{ Racial transformation will commence! }

The form that the blood had taken, and the strange symbols that it formed were ancient and incomprehensible to the ignorant.

{ Threatening existences within close proximity detected. }

{ Potential risk assessment to reclamation of the throne and evolution: Extreme. }

{ The Hanging Garden must ensure the safety of its Emperor. }

_{ Bestowing Emperor’s Authorities. }

{ Emperor’s subconscious desire to live detected. Summoning a Sanclair for the fulfilment of His Majesty’s desire. }_

Some of the blood split from the formation that had created itself above Dion’s figure.

It flowed towards the ground where a different formation drew itself, and the light that shone through the blood from it was much more luminescent, spraying a curtain of red light throughout the alleyway.

Thereupon, basked in the light, the attention of the devouring gnoll snapped towards him, away from clutching the head of one of the few remaining people.

As the light dimmed, the gnoll staggered a step backwards, its expression fallen grave.

The temperature in the air plummeted, fog rolling from the spot where the summoning formation had drawn itself.

Wind spun and whipped through the alleyway and street, then it gathered back towards its source.

"...I was summoned now?"

The voice had been low, and yet, it lanced through the air clearly, and beneath its seemingly calm cadence, a damning wrath snarled beneath it.

"Only now after his bones have been broken and his body bleeds out have I been summoned for him!?"

A burst of wind brought to the illumination of the moonlight a tall, feminine figure.

She was draped in a dark dress that rose its straps to wrap around her neck, leaving her back open, her white hair held into a tight, elegant bun to the top of her head.

"Insolent vermin... do not think you will die painlessly for your sins."

Her expression was tight with the fury of the netherworlds.

The gnoll dared to snarl in threat, clutching its blade tighter as it stomped forwards.

The crackling of ice resounded in the alleyway. In the air, hovering around the woman’s figure, two dozen ice spears formed.

Within moments of their forms solidifying, they had shot forwards through the air.

She herself had also burst off, running forwards at inhumane speeds.

Ice shattered, the gnoll roared, and the screams of the remaining living humans resounded, as did the groans of the zombies behind.

The gnoll’s blade whirred through the air, cutting through to break the ice spears as they came, and more only began to manifest.

The alleyway was rapidly being filled with cold fog, especially obscuring where Dion’s figure lay, and whipping through that fog, the woman had, within barely more than a second or two, closed the space.

The Gnoll immediately abandoned defence against the spears and thus numerous skewered through it.

At the same time, it swung, stamping forwards and its blood sprayed. Its blade should have bisected her.

Her ice-coated hand had risen to meet the blade, where the punch of it spread ice across its form and shattered it.

Her body had immediately continued its movement forwards into the gnoll’s range, one of her hands clutching at its wrist, yanking it forwards and down.

Her other hand straightened as if the tip of a spear and she swung upwards, slashing one of its arms off.

Then as one of its knees collapsed, she kicked hard, shattering the other and blasting off its leg.

The gnoll’s roar of agony resounded as its other arm swung, its claws flying to rend through her flesh, and she used the arm that she had severed from it to bat it to one side, throwing it to crash and cave into the wall.

Without her even glancing towards them, ice spears had formed in the air, and they lanced through the air, stabbing through the heads of all of the zombies that had come.

In their attack, the ice spread rapidly, and the exit from the alleyway was sealed off.

The few people that were still alive roared for joy at her display.

And within that time, she had, her eyes glaring sharply, stepped forward to the blood-gushing gnoll.

The arm in her hand was frozen over entirely, and she gripped a little harder, shattering it.

And right as the creature began to fall free from the wall, she arrived to catch it by the skull.

It whimpered, and her hand impaled through its chest; however, it did not come out the other side.

She wrung and tore her long, dark nails within its chest cavity.

It wailed in beastly agony, gurgling blood, and she began ripping chunks of its organs out.

The sight was so brutal that the cheers of the people died, reluctance overtaking their expressions.

Especially as her hand eventually came free from its chest, dripping with blood, with the creature’s heart in her grasp.

Her other hand clutched, and the shattering of its skull resounded through her arm.

Then she let it fall as she squashed its heart dead.