Isolde's breath caught in her throat. Her voice came out sharp, trembling with disbelief. "Why does he sound like him?!"
Adam didn't have time to respond. His hands were already moving, dark energy gathering in his palms. "[Abyssal Pierce]!" The void-empowered projectile shot toward Vladislav's chest.
The vampire lord didn't even look at it. His form dissolved into a swirl of crimson mist, the attack passing through empty air. He reformed several feet to the left, his eyes fixed on Adam with cold amusement.
"[Prismatic Beam]!" Adam shifted tactics, a lance of rainbow light erupting from his palm. Vladislav moved again, faster this time, his body blurring as he sidestepped the beam with millimeters to spare. The light carved a smoking trench in the stone wall behind him.
