He infiltrated a garrison next, where Ottoman soldiers lounged around a fire, sharing tales of conquest and debauchery. They never saw him coming. Dracula was upon them in an instant, a whirlwind of iron claws and iron fangs. He moved from one soldier to the next, draining life with ruthless efficiency. The last soldier managed to draw his sword, the blade shaking in his grasp.

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"Monster!" the soldier gasped, his eyes wide with terror.

Dracula smiled coldly. "To you, perhaps. But to my people, I am salvation."

He struck, and the soldier's sword clattered to the ground, his lifeblood joining the dark stains upon the earth.