CH207: THE END.

"!!AAAAHHHHH. END THIS. STOP. LET GO OF ME. LET GO OF ME!!"

Malkius, the vampire knight, was currently under the torment of the White Werewolf, the same werewolf in Dezhong's visions. The beast tore the vampire's body apart and in shreds, making sure not to spare any mercy on him. Using its large claws and powerful jaws, the werewolf skinned, clawed, bit down, and ripped apart the vampire easily.

Malkius' vision faded to black with certain parts of his eyes turning red. Slowly but surely, he felt his internal organs outside his body. He was mauled so badly that he felt cold air brushing against his lungs. The curse of resilience on a vampire's body meant that it would take him much longer to die than a regular human. If a man were mauled as badly as he was, they would have died in the first three seconds. Malkius, a vampire, took much longer and was slowly succumbing to Death's Cold Embrace.