Zaroth opened his eyes. The first thing he did was shift his gaze to the left.
There, naked, a beauty with crimson eyes and hair slept next to him on the bed.
Getting up quietly, trying not to disturb her, he admired her beauty for a moment.
Even though she was a vampire and not a human, her charm was out of this world, few would be able to hold a candle to her.
Entering the shower, he turned on the hot water and let it fall, washing his worries away and making him ready for the day.
Once he was done, he dried himself and put his bracelet back on, only for his eyes to widen as he saw that he had gotten a message.
Once he read it, his lips curved into a smile. It seemed that the seventh round was today.
It couldn't have come at a better time, as now he would be able to test the new skills he had acquired.
"First things first, breakfast," he muttered as he opened the shelves, seeing what ingredients he had.
"I wonder what Midnight would like? She is a vampire after all…" he spent a few minutes pondering and, in the end, he decided to go with pancakes.
After all, everybody loved them!
Once Midnight woke up, she took a shower as well before starting to eat with Zaroth.
Seeing her still-wet hair that was over one of her shoulders, he had to take a deep breath and control himself.
He needed all the energy for the upcoming fight, after all.
"So, you say that your fight is today?" she spoke.
Zaroth coughed awkwardly before replying, "Yeah, it is."
She raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was acting so strangely, until she noticed that he was staring at her breasts.
Her lips curved into an alluring smile. She was enjoying the moment, so she didn't hide them or scold Zaroth at all.
After composing himself, he spoke, "Well, I've already revealed that I am a beast master during the previous round, as such, I will not spare strength. I intend to crush my opponent fast."
He quickly added, "Meaning that I shouldn't be too exhausted, and we can go hunt some Purifiers after that."
Midnight had finished her food, so she stood up and approached Zaroth from the side.
She brought her face close to his ear, her breasts brushing against his side as she whispered in an alluring voice,
"So you have the stamina for so much action? I like that."
From her teasing, he was about to lose control but managed to compose himself, remembering that he would need to preserve his energy as much as possible.
"Why are you surprised about my stamina? Didn't you see it first-hand last night?" he teased back.
She didn't flinch back, "Yeah, I did. I wouldn't mind seeing it again, though."
Taking a deep breath, Zaroth thought, 'Focus! You can't lose control now!'
This was one long morning.
*****
Zaroth studied his opponent.
It was a tall man with blue eyes.
Once the battle began, the man's eyes shined, and Zaroth was frozen in place.
'What?' he thought, trying to figure out why he wasn't able to move.
Shifting his gaze to his opponent, he saw that the man's eyes were glowing bright blue as he slowly approached him.
'Oh… I see. That man is able to freeze his opponents by just looking at them.'
It wasn't surprising that the man had reached so far in the tournament. It was one nasty power, Zaroth had to admit that.
Most people wouldn't be able to do anything as they would become helpless under the man's gaze.
The blue-eyed man stopped in shock as he saw that on Zaroth's face, instead of despair, there was a menacing smile.
'Too bad for you, but I am not most people.'
A second later, several wolves surrounded the frozen body of Zaroth, and there was one wolf that was twice the size of the others.
'He may be able to freeze me in place, but what about my beasts? Is he able to freeze only one target at a time or can he freeze multiples?' Zaroth wondered.
And seeing the terrified expression of his opponent, it seemed that the answer to his question was clear.
After that, it was a one-sided fight. Zaroth's wolves beat his opponent in the span of a minute, and he didn't even have to lift a finger.
Seeing the bloodied body laying on the ground, Zaroth sighed in regret. He hoped to use his new powers, but it seemed that it wasn't needed in today's fight.
"Oh well, it's not like I don't have another opportunity to use them today," he muttered with a smile.
*****
Zaroth was wearing a black robe, allowing him to blend with the darkness of the night.
Shifting his gaze to Midnight, he asked, "So, do we attack now?"
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They were in front of a church. Granted, it was a pretty small church, but still a church nonetheless.
He was following Midnight's commands now as she needed to show him the ropes.
The most important thing was to not get spotted. This was the reason he was wearing the black cloak.
At the beginning, it felt a bit weird, but he began to like it.
"Yes, be quiet," she spoke as she took a step forward, Zaroth not far behind her.
There were two reasons why they were attacking at night. The first one was that when the moon was at its peak, it meant that Midnight would be empowered by it.
The second and biggest reason was that most people would be asleep, meaning that there were not only smaller chances of being spotted, but also there wouldn't be civilians in the church.
Of course, neither Zaroth nor Midnight would blink at killing civilians if it would benefit them, but the more people inside the building, the more potential problems.
"So we just open the door?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, once we enter, the Purifiers will quickly recognize why we're hiding ourselves. As such, we attack immediately,"
He nodded, and Midnight turned the knob of the door, opening it.
Zaroth licked his lips as he felt his heart beat increasing. He was able to feel it.
Tonight, he was going to kill.