My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 474: Fixing Problems

The scent of blood and residual mana lingered in the air, hanging over the devastated landscape like a persistent shadow. The ground was cracked and scorched, covered in countless craters faintly glowing with traces of concentrated magic. What was once a majestic kingdom now looked like an abandoned battlefield, where chaos reigned supreme. The bodies of fallen monsters and defeated warriors were scattered across the terrain, some still emanating a faint mystical energy, as if their souls were trapped between life and death.

Amidst this scene of destruction, Dante’s figure emerged like a silent storm, his presence filling the air with an unmistakable aura of power. He looked at the two men before him and smirked slightly.

"You two look pretty exhausted, huh?" His voice echoed through the air, breaking the unsettling silence that dominated the place.

Musashi, still catching his breath, let out a heavy sigh as he wiped his katana’s blade, now stained with the blood of countless enemies. His black kimono was in tatters, ripped in several places, and the blood-soaked fabric made it clear just how intense the battle had been.

"Sometimes, you scare me..." he replied, sheathing his sword and casting a weary glance at Dante.

The other man, his gray hair now streaked with dark patches of blood, slowly turned, studying Dante with eyes filled with recognition and surprise.

"Well, hello there, kid." His voice was hoarse, weighed down by years of battle and hardship.

Dante observed the man for a moment before flashing a familiar grin.

"It’s been a while, Sasaki Kojiro."

The legendary swordsman smiled back, a sharp glint in his eyes, as if his mind was still processing everything that had happened.

"I hope you’ve absorbed enough spatial mana," Dante continued, crossing his arms with an amused look.

Kojiro let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Looks like Alice told you everything... That damn witch."

He turned his gaze to the landscape around them, observing the scars left by war. Fields that once flourished with the earth’s magical energy were now reduced to smoldering ruins. Towers of magic lay in ruins, some still flickering faintly with the remnants of ancient enchantments struggling to stay active. The very ground was a battlefield where mana itself seemed tainted by the violence of the conflict.

"Did you kill the one responsible for this?" Kojiro asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a faint undertone of exhaustion.

Dante glanced around, assessing the destruction for a moment before responding with an enigmatic smile.

"You could say that."

The three stood in silence for a moment, feeling the dense energy that surrounded them, until Dante refocused on what truly mattered.

"But I came here to fix this. Where is the one who led this attack?" His voice now carried a firm edge, leaving no room for hesitation.

Musashi didn’t need to think twice. He raised his sword and pointed toward a massive crater, surrounded by countless fallen undead. The dark mana still wavered in the air, a lingering remnant of the sinister power that had been unleashed there.

"She’s in there. One of the witches betrayed her own kind."

Dante looked at the indicated location, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. The true hunt was about to begin.

He walked slowly toward the crater, his steps echoing over the ruined ground, where mana still seethed like an invisible poison. The thick energy of the place made the air vibrate, as if the very earth was reluctant to let the events that had transpired be forgotten. Every step he took resonated with authority, as if Hell itself was holding its breath in his presence.

As he approached the edge of the crater, his eyes narrowed as he identified the fallen figure at its center. The traitor’s frail body was covered in wounds, her tattered cloak barely clinging to her form, and the dark aura that still surrounded her indicated that she had fought until the very end. Even in defeat, her breathing was uneven, and her half-lidded eyes still carried traces of hatred and despair.

"You..." Her voice was weak but filled with resentment.

Dante remained silent for a moment, observing her like a predator assessing its prey. His eyes gleamed with a crimson light as he raised his hand, allowing his aura to expand.

"You betrayed your own kind. Attacked your own people. And now... you will pay the price."

The witch tried to move, but her strength was utterly depleted. She opened her mouth to respond—perhaps a plea, perhaps one last insult—but she never got the chance. Experience new stories on novelbuddy

Dante closed his fingers in the air, and immediately, the mana around the woman violently stirred. A dark vortex formed, pulling her essence with an overwhelming force. Her flesh began to dissolve into fragments of pure energy, her body disintegrating like dust in the wind. Screams echoed through the surrounding destruction, a muffled lament that was swiftly silenced by the insatiable hunger of Dante’s power.

His body absorbed every particle of the traitor—her mana, her soul, her knowledge. Everything she was now belonged to him.

The air grew heavy for a moment before absolute silence took hold of the battlefield. Dante’s power pulsed like restrained thunder, the absorption further strengthening his already monstrous aura. He exhaled slowly, feeling the newfound energy merge with his being, then lifted his gaze toward Musashi and Kojiro.

"It’s done."

Neither of them spoke. They simply watched as Dante moved forward, as if absorbing a soul was as trivial to him as breathing.

"Now, let’s fix this problem."

His voice carried the weight of an absolute decree, and in the next instant, his aura began to expand—as if the very universe itself was responding to his presence. The air grew dense, vibrant, charged with an overwhelming energy. The ground trembled faintly beneath their feet, reacting to the rising manifestation of his power.

Musashi furrowed his brows as he felt the pressure increasing by the second, while Kojiro instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, as if his very instincts were preparing him for the unknown.

Step by step, Dante began to change. His muscles expanded, his garments tearing as crimson scales emerged across his skin. His hands morphed into colossal claws, and majestic wings erupted from his back, spreading wide like a crimson eclipse. His eyes, once filled with mischief and malice, now shone with a draconic splendor—a primal and destructive force made manifest.

Then, with no effort at all, he took to the skies.

The impact of his ascent made the wind roar like thunder, lifting dust and debris from the ground. Sasaki Kojiro and Musashi watched in sheer awe as, before their very eyes, Dante ceased to be a man and became a creature of legend.

"Is this... for real?" Musashi muttered, his wide eyes reflecting the crimson colossus that now dominated the heavens.

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Kojiro, always calm, for once could not conceal his surprise. His hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his blade, as if his body needed to remind itself that he was still here—that this was real. "This isn’t just magic... He is a dragon."

Dante, now in his draconic form, hovered over the Witch Kingdom, his colossal body casting a dark shadow over the land. His sheer size was awe-inspiring, his wings beating with enough force to disperse the clouds around him. Every crimson scale pulsed with an intense glow, as if molten lava flowed beneath his skin.

Then, he opened his mouth, and his voice reverberated like divine thunder.

"Temporalis."

In that instant, a massive magic circle emerged around the entirety of the Witch Kingdom. Its golden light contrasted against the dark sky, forming ancient runes that spun in intricate patterns. Time, which had until now been nothing more than a silent spectator to the destruction, began to reverse under Dante’s absolute command.

The flames that had consumed entire structures receded, shrinking into mere sparks before vanishing completely. The once-ruined magic towers rose again, as if they had never been destroyed. The craters that had scarred the land filled in, restoring the fertile and powerful soil that had existed before the massacre.

Musashi and Kojiro watched in stunned silence, their mouths slightly agape. This was no mere repair spell. It was no illusion. Time itself was truly rewinding.

"This shouldn’t be possible..." Kojiro murmured, his voice heavy with disbelief.

Musashi let out a low chuckle, still processing the impossible scene before him. "Looks like, for Dante, anything is possible."

Within minutes, everything was as it had been before—as if the war had never happened. The Witch Kingdom stood restored, untouched, like a forbidden miracle sculpted by the will of a being beyond reality itself.

Dante, still in his draconic form, gazed down with satisfaction. Then, in a majestic motion, he began to descend, his form gradually shrinking until his feet once again touched the ground as a man. His gaze met the two swordsmen, who were still struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

"This should take care of things for now," Dante said with a carefree smile.

Musashi crossed his arms, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "You know, I’ve seen a lot of things in this life... but nothing tops this."

Kojiro simply chuckled, shaking his head. "Now I understand why Alice and the others speak of you with such... fascination."

Dante smirked, his gaze brimming with power and confidence. "And this was only the beginning."