Draven Vs Lunaris

Draven neared the peak of the Central Mountain.

It was a drudging climb, and he had done it alone.

At the beginning of the climb, he was with Serena and Florissa, alongside a bunch of Eversleepers, but he had sent them through the entrances that lead to the insides of the mountains.

The werewolves resided there, and he wished for them all to be slaughtered in their homes.

But his goal was towards a different location.

To where he sensed a power that could only belong to Lunaris.

The one who had made a pact with Galvacaniva...

His blood boiled at the thought of it, as he dashed up the mountain face.

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Finally, Draven reached the flattened top of the mountain.

The central peak was so large that its surface area may have been bigger than Draven's Palace.

"Draven?" A confused female voice came from in front of him.

The Vampire lord looked up to see two women standing atop the peak of the mountain.

It was obvious that they were both werewolves and it did not take him long to figure out who the woman speaking was.

"Lunaris Silverlaw... No, Ashwolf. You seem surprised to see me. You should have known that I would come here after what you did."

Lunaris seemed to take a step back, which left Draven confused.

Why does she Cower? She knows what she has done.

"You have a god on your side? Yes, a broken one, but a god nonetheless. Why do you back away from me?!" Draven shouted in anger, but Lunaris' expression did not change.

She was already in her werewolf form, muscular, yet her body was still feminine and beautiful.

Her hair and fur were silver, and her eyes grey.

The woman with her looked similar, also in her werewolf form, but she was slightly smaller than Lunaris.

"Of course, we were expecting you, You foolish lord." Lunaris spat. "But we were not expecting you to come here."

The werewolf lord let out a bellowing laugh that seemed to be carried by the winds of the mountain.

"What are you talking about?" Draven demanded. He hated being confused.

Lunaris shook off her fear and took a few steps closer towards him. The woman by her side followed suit.

"It's just that it seems you've made a mistake, Draven. I am not the one that made the pack with The Mighty God."

Draven stared into the eyes of Lunaris, disbelief slowly settling in his heart as her words continued.

"It was my brother, Ecliyen. He is on the fourth mountain." The werewolf pointed in the direction of another smaller mountain in the distance. The smallest of the five peaks.

The location where Dracula was heading.

"What do you mean... Fenrir had no sons."

Another loud laugh was let out by the woman.

"And I've heard you believed he had no daughters either. Yet here I am."

No.. this can't be true.

Draven cannot fight against Galvacaniva's consort.

It has to be me. He could die.

Draven turned around, preparing to descend back down the mountain, but a wind blew past him, rapidly.

Lunaris stood in front of him, blocking his way. She had closed the distance in mere seconds.

"Oh, come on Draven. Just because a god doesn't work through me, does not mean that I am not a worthy opponent."

Draven bit his finger, allowing a drop of Malevolent Blood to fall, but Lunaris' was fast.

She dashed forward, delivering a powerful punch to his chest, which sent him flying backwards, tumbling across the top of the mountain.

Before he could recover, another strike hit him in the back, sending him back to the direction he came from.

He managed to recover, flipping himself onto his feet, and dashing to the side, putting distance between him and his two attackers.

But they have both gathered up energy in their claws, sending powerful arcs of ranged blue strikes towards him.

It did not matter, though; Draven's drop of blue blood now circled him.

He multiplied them into several drops and shot them towards the incoming attacks, and they crashed together, exploding into the air ferociously.

Howl!

The woman with Lunaris let out a deafening roar that seemed to give Lunaris some sort of boost in strength as her muscles grew larger and her claws lengthened.

She came to strike.

Draven dashed forward to meet her, and the two traded blows.

None were successfully landed; both were trained combatants, able to block strikes using their forearms and hands whilst simultaneously delivering strikes of their own.

But it was Draven who landed first. Palm landing firmly on Lunaris' chin, sending her flying off of the face of the mountain.

Her ally was still by the side, howling to keep up the buff being given to Lunaris, but after seeing her friend fly off the mountain, she charged an attack of her own.

She opened her mouth wide, and a white ball of light began to shine from inside.

Draven felt strong power coming from the ball, so he manifested his blue blood into a small shield.

After only a split second, the ball of light turned into a beam of radiant energy that shot from her mouth like lightning and came hurtling towards him.

The shield was not strong enough to stop the blow, it could only deflect It.

The beam crashed into the shield, and its trajectory changed to hit the edge of the mountain peak.

The blast was so strong that it forced a chunk of the mountain to break and crumble down the side, creating rolling boulders.

But Draven had no time to worry about the damage he had done to nature. Lunaris had returned, and she dashed to attack with her friend close beside her.

This can't go on like this, I need to

Draven's thoughts were cut off, as an immense power came from the distance.

It practically forced his heart to drop into his stomach.

Never in his life had he felt something so powerful.

No...

That was a lie.

The last time he had felt something so strong was when he battled against Fenrir.

"Ecliyen," Lunaris roared, the two Werewolves stopping in their tracks with a smirk on their face.

"Whoever you have sent to that mountain will meet a gruesome fate, Draven. You made a mistake in not thinking things through."

The woman mocked Draven, as he stood there, something brewing in his heart.

She's right. I've made a mistake.

...

No matter.

For the first time in Draven's time since awakening, he bit deeper into his arm, hard enough so that rather than just drops of blood falling from the wound, it was now a stream.

A stream of the Malevolent Blood. So precious and powerful.

He allowed the blood to flow around him, and he relaxed his heartbeat and increased his senses.

His long white hair blew in the wind, giving him a majestic look. One of a king.

Dracula. Can you hold out against a god until I arrive?

The two women began to concentrate energy of their own, a white aura beginning to swirl around their bodies.

Draven could sense that their power was increasing. They both stood at least double the strength that they had before.

The pressure atop that very mountain was now so powerful that any vampire weaker than a Nocturnal Knight would simply die in its presence.

I have something I must handle here first.