The battle was about to start. Solomon and I were preparing to face an immortal, known as the Dread, whose regeneration abilities made her nearly impossible to defeat, even with Solomon's help. Our goal wasn't to kill her but to restore her sanity.

Solomon handed me a vial of a special drug. "This will boost your vampire instincts. You'll need every edge you can get."

I nodded and downed the drug in one swift motion. Instantly, I felt a surge of power, my senses sharpening and my muscles tensing with new energy. I also grabbed my greatsword, its weight familiar and comforting in my hands.

"Ready?" Solomon asked, his eyes serious.

"As I'll ever be," I replied.

We entered the cavern where the Dread was last seen. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding. As we moved deeper, the faint sound of dripping water echoed around us, mixing with the occasional growl that sent shivers down my spine.

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"There she is," Solomon whispered, pointing ahead.

In the dim light, I saw her. The Dread, a small figure wrapped in shadows, her eyes glowing with a feral madness. Her body twitched and writhed as if she was constantly fighting an invisible battle.

"We need to be quick," Solomon said. "Distract her while I prepare the ritual."

I nodded and stepped forward, gripping my greatsword tightly. "Hey! Over here!" I shouted, hoping to draw her attention.

The Dread's head snapped towards me, and with an unearthly scream, she charged. Her movements were a blur, and I barely had time to raise my sword before she was upon me. Her claws raked across my arm, and I felt the sharp sting of pain, but the drug's effects kept me focused.

I swung my sword, aiming for her midsection. The blade connected, and for a moment, she staggered. But then her wounds began to close almost instantly. I cursed under my breath and kept attacking, knowing I needed to buy Solomon more time.

Behind me, I could hear Solomon chanting, his voice steady and calm. The air around us started to shimmer with a strange energy. The Dread hissed and lunged at me again, her claws aiming for my throat.

I dodged and countered with a powerful swing that sent her sprawling. "Solomon, hurry!" I shouted, feeling the strain of the battle wearing on me.

The Dread's regeneration was relentless. Every wound I inflicted healed within seconds. But I couldn't give up. I had to keep her occupied.

Finally, Solomon's chanting reached a crescendo, and a burst of light filled the cavern. The Dread screamed, her body convulsing as the ritual's magic took hold. For a moment, she seemed to resist, her eyes blazing with fury.

Then, I felt a familiar feeling in my chest, she stabbed my chest. She screamed when I gouged her eyes out, she pulled her arm out and let me fall.

Shit, is this where I'm gonna die? "My my, what the fun is already ending?" My blood ran cold, I looked to the side to see a familiar silver hair, and ruby eye woman, Eva sitting on a tree looking down at me as I bleed*