Evard was staring at what was in Lupus’s hand in disbelief. The blood cannon—a stable move used by the vampire leaders. It gathered a massive amount of aura and blasted it outward. In some cases, it could even injure the vampire using it.
However, the original vampires, as they were called, had far better healing properties. So even if they took damage, they could quickly reform and continue to fight. Still, none of that took away from the move’s devastating power, and here, he had seen Lupus condense it down into a ball.
How is he able to condense blood aura? Evard thought. I’ve met a number of Alphas in the past, and I’ve heard their tales of how they fought, but I’ve never seen anything like this.
Blackjack, watching from a distance, was starting to feel better after downing the contents of his flask. But after seeing what had just occurred, he only had a few words to say.
“Evard… he’s in trouble.”