บท 6: Ice Sanguine Essence
Suddenly, a bone-chilling scream tore through the night air. "Lyra!" her father's voice echoed through the house, filled with terror and urgency. The temperature in the room plummeted, and Lyra's breath clouded before her eyes as she sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Before she could even process what was happening, a dark figure materialized behind her, and icy cold hands wrapped around her throat. Lyra tried to scream, but the sound caught in her throat as she found herself face to face with a pair of glowing, crimson eyes.
The vampire, a woman with porcelain skin and midnight black hair, smiled wickedly as she tightened her grip on Lyra's neck. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice smooth as silk but laced with venom. "If it isn't the little alchemist's daughter. Your mother's research has been causing quite a stir in certain circles, you know."
Lyra's eyes widened in fear, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend what was happening. The vampire's essence technique was unlike anything she had ever encountered before—a twisted and corrupted version of the Sanguine abilities she had grown up learning about.
As the vampire's grip tightened, Lyra felt the room grow even colder. Ice began to form on the walls and furniture, spreading rapidly as the vampire's unique ability, Ice Domain, took hold. Oren, realizing the danger, shouted, "Beware, Lyra! She's an ice Sanguine essence technique user!"
Just as the vampire leaned in closer, her fangs glinting in the moonlight streaming through the window, the door to Lyra's room burst open in a blaze of searing heat and blinding light. Elara stood in the doorway, her hands wreathed in flames as she unleashed a powerful fire potion directly at the vampire.
The creature hissed in pain and rage, releasing Lyra as she stumbled back, her skin blistering and smoking where the flames had touched her. Oren appeared behind Elara, his face a mask of determination as he hefted two gleaming silica flasks, ready to join the fight.
Elara pleaded with the vampire, "Why have you been sent here? Is the Nightfall Mafia so desperate that they've resorted to attacking families in the dead of night just to deal with scraps?" The Nightfall Mafia, filled with Sanguine essence users who distribute illegal elixirs throughout Nocturnia, shouldn't be concerned with us. Why would they bother us?"
The vampire laughed coldly, her ice constructs growing larger and more menacing with each passing second. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, alchemist. My King will stop at nothing to ensure that your research never sees the light of day."
As the vampire lunged forward, Oren leapt in front of his family, taking the full brunt of the icy attack. He grunted in pain as the frozen shards tore at his skin, but he stood firm, determined to protect his loved ones. Elara, seizing the moment, retrieved a solution from her pocket and hurled it at the vampire's ice constructs, shattering them instantly.
Oren grinned, despite his injuries. "Good job, my love!" He then began throwing similar flasks, pushing the vampire back with each precise strike.
Lyra watched in awe as her parents fought side by side, their alchemical expertise and unwavering love for each other shining through in every move they made.
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