The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere

Chapter 179: Target: Vampire Prince [3]

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The Elder’s aura pressed down on them like a physical weight, crushing and suffocating. Cael felt his knees threaten to buckle, the pressure forcing him toward the ground. But he forced himself to stand firm, his muscles straining, his jaw tight.

His breathing was shallow, but steady.

He activated Mana Sovereignty, drawing on the surrounding mana like a drowning man gasping for air. The energy flowed into him, strengthening his body, pushing back against the Elder’s oppressive presence. The air around him shimmered as the pressure eased, and he straightened his back, his violet eyes fixed on the ancient vampire hovering above them. The moonlight cast long shadows across the ruined building, illuminating the Elder’s dark robes and pale, ageless face.

The Elder’s face was like carved stone, frozen in an expression of cold fury. His eyes burned with a hatred that had festered for centuries. This was not a being who would be swayed by words or reason. He would only stop when he was dead.

On the other hand, a black and gray aura surrounded Luke as he too broke free from the Elder’s grip. His crimson eyes glowed with a cold light, his expression unreadable. The aura around him pulsed with a rhythm that did not match his heartbeat, dark and ancient, like something buried deep within him had awakened.

Luke’s aura was not just dark—it was hungry. It seemed to reach out toward the Elder, testing, probing. It was a power that had been honed through countless battles, a power that had tasted death and found it familiar.

They both stared at the Elder with solemn expressions. Neither of them had expected an [Adamant] vampire to be here. An [Adamant] ranker arriving into human territories was nothing short of a declaration of war. Such high-ranking beings of other races rarely entered foreign territories. The risk was too great, the consequences too severe. It was no wonder they had been caught off guard.

Without hesitation, Cael decided to use his Teleportation skill. He focused his mana, picturing the location he wanted to reach. But for some reason, the skill was not working. No, it would be more accurate to say that something was preventing him from using it. A barrier, perhaps, or a seal. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to block his spatial abilities, wrapping around the area like an invisible cage.

Cael’s mind raced through possibilities. A spatial seal? An anti-teleportation field? Whatever it was, it was not something he could break through quickly. He would have to find another way. He would have to fight.

Cael gritted his teeth. He had no time to figure out why. He needed a solution, and he needed it now. Every second they delayed gave the Elder more time to act.

"Draw his attention! Even for a second!" he shouted.

Luke was surprised by the command, but he did not hesitate. In this moment, he knew he had no way to kill an [Adamant] vampire. His skills, his strength, his elements—none of them were enough. So Luke used his skill.

Death Radiance.

His crimson eyes glowed gray, the color spreading like ink through water. The Elder’s gaze was drawn to him, caught by the unnatural light. For a moment, the ancient vampire’s eyes went vacant, his body going still. His consciousness was pulled away, dragged into a realm that existed between life and death.

The Elder’s soul was strong, ancient, but even it could not resist the pull of Death Radiance. The skill did not rely on power. It relied on will. And Luke’s will had been forged in the fires of regression, hardened by loss and regret.

He found himself standing on a river, the water dark and still, reflecting nothing. The sky above him was a deep, endless gray, devoid of stars or sun. The air was cold, heavy with the weight of countless souls. Luke had pulled the Elder’s soul into a battle of wills.

Meanwhile, as soon as Cael saw the Elder dazed, he acted. He activated Time Deceleration to its maximum, the world around him slowing to a crawl. The falling debris hung suspended in the air. The flickering lights froze mid-flicker. Using wind to propel himself, he shot toward the Elder, a sword appearing in his hand. Moonlight enhanced the blade, coating it in silver light that seemed to burn against the darkness.

He thrust his sword toward the Elder’s heart.

For a brief moment, in the slowed world, Cael thought he had succeeded. The blade moved true, aimed at the ancient vampire’s chest. But reality hit him hard. As soon as his sword made contact with the Elder’s skin, it felt like he was striking an iron wall. His hand went numb, and his grip on the sword almost loosened. The impact sent a shockwave through his arm, and he gritted his teeth against the pain.

Cael pulled back, his arm trembling. The Elder’s skin was like armor, impervious to his attack. He needed to find a weak point. An eye. A mouth. Somewhere the skin was thinner, more vulnerable.

On the other side, the battle of wills had begun.

On top of the dark river, the Elder hovered in the air, his crimson aura expanding like a crimson moon. It pulsed with power, ancient and terrible, casting a blood-red glow across the still water. He was ancient, powerful, his will honed over centuries of existence. But Luke smiled slightly as he released his own aura.

A gray aura extended from him like a gray sun. It was vast, endless, swallowing the crimson light that surrounded the Elder. The difference was obvious. Luke’s aura was thousands of times larger than the Elder’s. It was not a contest of power—it was a contest of existence.

Luke could kill the Elder if he wanted to, but it would take days to completely destroy his soul. The Elder’s will was strong, anchored by centuries of life. But Cael had asked Luke for a second. That meant Cael had some means to kill the Elder’s body. Since his brother had asked for a second, Luke did not mind giving him a day.

Time was relative in the battle of wills. Minutes in the real world could feel like hours in the river realm. Luke had all the time he needed. The Elder was trapped, and he would remain trapped until Luke decided otherwise.

Yes, Luke could lock the Elder indefinitely if he wanted to. But there was a drawback. During this time, his body was vulnerable. If someone killed his body, he would die as well. He could only hope for Cael to succeed. Every passing moment was a risk, but it was a risk Luke was willing to take.

Luke’s body stood motionless, his eyes still glowing gray. Anyone could strike him down now, and he would not be able to defend himself. It was a gamble. But Luke had learned to trust his brother. Cael had never let him down.

Meanwhile, Cael had not given up.

He used Mana Sovereignty to strengthen his body with the surrounding mana, the energy flowing into him like a river. He also used it to weaken the mana in the Elder’s body, disrupting the ancient vampire’s defenses. The Elder’s skin was tough, nearly unbreakable. But Cael was not aiming for the skin.

He pointed his sword at the Elder’s eye and thrust forward.

The enhancements from wind, moonlight, and Mana Sovereignty combined, their power converging into a single point. The blade pierced through the eye, sinking deep into the skull. Cael felt the resistance give way as the sword found its mark.

The Elder’s body convulsed, the ancient vampire’s defenses crumbling. Without mana to protect him, his flesh was no stronger than any other creature’s. Cael’s blade had found its target, and now there was no stopping it.

But he did not stop there.

Just as he was about to push further, a silver light flashed. In an instant, the Elder’s head was detached from his body, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. The body went limp, the crimson aura fading into nothing.

Hovering before Cael was none other than the Space Clone, his form shimmering with residual energy. He was also using Time Deceleration to catch up with Cael’s speed. His eyes met Cael’s for a brief moment, and then, without a word, the Space Clone vanished.

The Space Clone had not spoken, but his presence had been enough. He had been watching from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. It was the nature of the Space Clone to be unseen, to act when needed, and to disappear without a trace.

Cael knew that the main body had asked the Space Clone to look after him. He could only smile. The Space Clone had always been reliable, appearing when needed and disappearing without a trace.

Without hesitation, Cael turned toward Luke, whose eyes were flickering, about to wake up. Cael put his hand on Luke’s shoulder, and then both of them vanished from the scene.

The world blurred around them, and when it cleared, they were standing in a different part of the city. The night air was cool against their skin. The sounds of the district were distant, muffled. They had escaped. But the question remained, burning in Cael’s mind.

Why was I unable to use Teleportation before?