"Your highness, I think it would be a good time for a plan of action." Alain said glancing at Zarten.
Besides an answer, Zarten's eyes widened in surprise. He looked as if he had even held his breath.
In an instant. Not slower or with any delay. Scarlet was punched in the gut and thrown into the abyss of the unknown space of the multiverse.
And even faster, before any of them could react, Alain felt blood get sucked from the side of his neck.
He didn't feel the fangs dig into him. Just his blood get sucked, followed by warmth on his neck and nape.
The young prime swung his hand to attack but blood was left in an arc in the air. His entire arm was logged off cleanly. And his body was even yet to record the pain and loss of a limp. Even his equilibrium was delayed for a split second.
Zarten, Quinn and Heli attacked the ancient all at once. But neither of them reached fast enough. The man appeared just a short distance from them.
