My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 508: We may meet again

The hot, blazing sun reflected off the murky waters of the sea, creating the perfect setting for a day of relaxation. Dante was lying on the warm sand, his bare feet touching the golden surface, completely oblivious to the world around him. The soft waves gently broke, and the sound of the wind passed through the nearby trees. The women were there with him, each enjoying the day in a peaceful manner, but from afar, something unusual caught his attention.

With a slight sense of discomfort, Dante removed his sunglasses, his vision adjusting to the intense light. It was then that he saw, standing at a distance, a familiar figure that sent a chill through his body. A towering woman, with visible muscles and an unmistakable presence, was watching him with a determined gaze and an imposing stance.

"Hm?" Dante murmured, slowly lifting his head, still somewhat reluctant to acknowledge the presence of the visitor.

The woman, with a slight expression of disdain, didn't move immediately. She simply stared at him with piercing eyes, as if she were a force of nature waiting for his reaction. Her body was imposing, wearing the same indestructible battle armor that always accompanied her on previous visits—armor that seemed nearly invulnerable.

Dante, showing no surprise, put his sunglasses back on, turning partially to the side as if he were ignoring the visitor. But his voice, tinged with a slight irritation, couldn't hide his surprise at seeing someone like her here.

"Ah, I thought you'd already left, Zathana," he said, his voice calm but with a note of weariness. He truly had no patience for uninvited visits, especially from someone like Zathana.

The enormous woman didn't move right away. She watched Dante with a look that mixed frustration with a hint of amusement. Zathana, a powerful warrior who had her own reasons for showing up from time to time, was someone Dante had crossed paths with on numerous occasions in complicated situations. But this encounter seemed to have a different tone. There was something about the way she stood there, watching him with an intensity he couldn't ignore.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Zathana said in a deep voice, almost as imposing as her appearance. "But I came to say goodbye."

Dante raised an eyebrow, the disdain clear on his face. He wasn't interested in farewells, especially not from figures like Zathana. He was enjoying a rare moment of peace, and he had no time for these encounters that only brought complications.

"My bad, I only talk to you when you wear a bikini. Enjoy the beach," Dante replied with a slight sarcastic laugh, as he lay back down in the sand, ignoring her again. He really didn't care why Zathana was there, and the sight of her heavy armor didn't help make the encounter more pleasant.

Zathana remained silent for a moment, an irritated expression beginning to form on her face. She observed him for a second, as if considering whether it was worth continuing with the wordplay or simply letting the situation pass. But instead of walking away, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, feeling the challenge in the air.

"You're annoying," Zathana finally spoke, her voice filled with irritation, her presence even more imposing as she looked down at Dante. She wasn't used to being ignored like this. She was a legendary warrior, and few treated her with such disdain.

With an abrupt gesture, Zathana snapped her fingers, and a surge of energy coursed through her body. Her battle armor, heavy and filled with runic symbols, began to dissolve, pieces of metal floating around her before disappearing entirely. In its place, Zathana appeared in a much more revealing form, wearing a small and bold bikini that barely covered her figure. The bikini seemed custom-made for her, perfectly fitting her muscular body, but at the same time, it was daring. The top, a minimal piece of fabric, barely covered her breasts, and the bottom, equally small, left little to the imagination.

Zathana stood there, her posture still strong and dominant, but now with an unexpected touch of seduction. Her eyes sparkled with silent provocation as she observed Dante, waiting for a reaction. She knew that her presence, now more sensual and provocative, could have an impact, even on someone like Dante.

Dante, for his part, didn't move immediately. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to maintain his composure, but something about the scene before him made his breath quicken slightly. The sight of the warrior in such a daring bikini was like a shock to his senses—something unexpected and, to be honest, a bit unsettling. But, as always, he maintained his control and, with an ironic smile, finally met her gaze.

"Well, this is a surprise," Dante said, his voice still calm, but with a hint of amusement. "Now, what exactly are you here for?"

Zathana raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a challenging smile. She knew exactly the effect she was having, and the way Dante was trying to appear indifferent only amused her more.

"A bikini is really going to change your attitude. This is why we never got married," Zathana teased, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Dante slowly stood up, removing his sunglasses and running a hand across his forehead as if he were considering what she had said. He looked at Zathana, truly noticing her transformation now, but his posture was still the same—calm, almost uninterested.

"Speak," Dante ordered, his voice deep and his gaze fixed, as if he already knew something important was about to be said.

Zathana, who had approached with her imposing posture and armor gleaming as though she were always ready for battle, took a moment before answering, clearly weighing her words.

"It seems Angra Mainyu devoured three lower-tier worlds on the edge of Sector 702," she said, her expression serious and her piercing eyes locked on him. "The Governor asked me to investigate, and while I was here, I thought it appropriate to say goodbye."

Dante showed no surprise. His gaze remained cold, calculating, as always. "I see... so, he's back to consuming worlds." He paused for a moment, considering the implications. "Any more information?"

Zathana shrugged. "Nothing beyond that. But before I go, I have something for you." She made a gesture and tossed a completely black diamond to Dante, who caught it with his usual dexterity without looking at the object.

"What's this?" Dante asked, examining the stone, his gaze curious but still impassive.

"I don't know," Zathana replied lightly, as if she were merely a messenger. "I'm just following the orders of the Goddess of Infinity. She asked that this be delivered to you."

Dante, still holding his gaze on the stone, raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that dragon still alive?"

Zathana let out a brief, almost bitter laugh before responding with a tone of disdain. "Looks like it. The Dragon of Infinity instructed me to deliver this to Ouroboros of this sector. It's in your hands now." She paused as if waiting for something else. Then, with an impatient gesture, her armor began to reattach to her body, sliding over her skin with a soft metallic sound.

Dante watched, his expression unchanged. "You're just going to hand me this and leave?" he asked, his voice laden with skepticism, as if she were about to deviate from the protocol.

Zathana looked at him with eyes that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand battles. She wasn't bothered by the question, but her smile was brief and sharp. "I have work to do, Dante. More than you can imagine."

Dante simply smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "How convenient. Seems like everyone has something more important to do than actually face what's right in front of them," he murmured, more to himself. The conversation was over, but not the questions that lingered in his mind.

Before leaving, Zathana made one last gesture with her hand, a wordless farewell, and disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared.

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In the vast emptiness of the cosmos, where space stretched infinitely, a dragon of incomprehensible proportions floated, its scales resembling living stars, pulsating with an ancient and primordial energy. The dragon seemed to be an entity that transcended time and space, a cosmic force observing the universe with an eternal gaze.

With majestic elegance, it moved slowly through the vacuum, its enormous wings beating with a gentleness that defied the laws of physics. The dragon's body stretched millions of kilometers, its claws like mountains suspended in the shadows of its vastness. It was, without a doubt, a creature that existed beyond anything known.

It stopped suddenly, as if its gaze were fixed on something distant, a tiny point on the cosmic horizon. Its eyes, deep and golden, shone with millennia of knowledge, as if they were observing not only the present but the threads of destiny, the very seams of time and space.

A deep, echoing voice, like distant thunder, came from its mouth, reverberating through the void.

"He has received... it seems that now is the time."

The dragon slowly tilted its head, as if contemplating its words. It seemed aware that its actions were now tied to something beyond what even understanding itself could grasp. Something that would unfold over millennia, something beyond the comprehension of mortal beings.

"Perhaps, in a million years... we may meet again."

Those words, spoken with a tone of inevitability and patience, echoed like a cosmic decree. It did not hurry, for it knew that time was relative to it. What seemed like eternity to others was, to it, merely a breath in the endless cycle of existence.

The dragon moved away, disappearing into the depths of the cosmos, where space and time merged, and its presence dissipated like a stellar shadow. It was on a path that stretched beyond the comprehension of any being, and its destinies were, in some way, intertwined.