But unlike him—
this version wore a completely white suit.
His posture was calm.
His expression unreadable.
He stopped several meters away.
The two stared at each other.
Neither spoke.
Draven's eyes narrowed.
"...You?"
The other Draven remained silent.
The endless darkness surrounded them.
Two identical figures—
one covered in blood and Abyssal mana...
the other dressed completely in white—
stood facing each other.
Then—
the white-suited Draven finally smiled.
"...You took your time."
The moment the white-suited Draven smiled—
Draven disappeared.
**WHOOSH!**
He appeared directly in front of his other self.
His fist was already moving.
**BOOM!**
The punch connected with the white-suited figure's head.
The impact completely obliterated it.
The headless body remained standing for a brief moment—
then slowly began fading into the surrounding darkness.
Draven stared at the disappearing body.
His expression didn't change.
Then—
he suddenly turned.
Another figure had appeared behind him.
The same white suit.
The same face.
The same calm smile.
Draven's fist was already flying toward him.
The white-suited figure raised his hand.
**THUD!**
He caught Draven's punch in his palm.
His smile widened.
"Such decisiveness."
"Moving straight to killing me simply because I smiled..."
"...What's wrong with th—"
**BOOM!**
His head was destroyed before he could finish speaking.
His body slowly faded into the darkness.
Draven remained completely still.
Another figure appeared several meters away.
Again—
the same white suit.
The same face.
The same calm smile.
Draven merely glanced toward him.
Silence stretched between them.
For several moments—
neither spoke.
Eventually, the white-suited figure broke the silence.
"...Hmm."
He tilted his head.
"You aren't attacking anymore."
Draven stared at him.
"Why should I?"
His eyes narrowed.
"It doesn't seem like I'm capable of killing you."
The other Draven smiled.
"So you figured that out."
"Surprisingly quickly."
He casually placed both hands into his pockets.
"I simply made the decision to let you continue until you were satisfied."
"But it seems..."
"...that's no longer necessary."
His smile widened slightly.
"Draven..."
"Or should I call you..."
"...Daniel?"
Draven remained completely still.
There was no surprise.
No anger.
Not even the slightest change in his expression.
The other Draven blinked.
"...Huh?"
"You don't seem surprised."
He tilted his head.
"I thought you'd at least show a little reaction."
Before he could continue—
Draven spoke.
"So who the fuck are you?"
The white-suited figure stared at him.
"...What do you mean?"
"I'm you."
He gestured toward himself.
"Can't you see?"
"Or do you think I'm—"
Draven immediately cut him off.
"Cut the bullshit."
His voice was cold.
"What do you think I am?"
"...An idiot?"
Silence.
The white-suited Draven stared at him.
For a moment—
neither moved.
Then—
a wide smile slowly spread across the white-suited figure's face.
His eyes gleamed with amusement.
"...I thought you'd never ask."
The First Blood smiled.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you."
His expression became slightly nostalgic.
"But our first meeting wasn't exactly what I expected."
"You were so broken."
"...Like someone who had completely lost his soul."
He paused.
"After witnessing the death of your beloved mother..."
"...you were barely even alive inside."
"I had to give you a little push just to get you moving again."
Draven remained silent.
The First Blood continued.
"But even after that..."
"You were still pitifully disappointing."
"You couldn't do anything."
His words were blunt.
Almost mocking.
Yet Draven simply stared at him.
Seeing his expression, the First Blood raised one hand.
"Don't get impatient."
"You asked who I am."
His smile returned.
"I've been called many things throughout my existence."
"But as my descendant..."
"...you should know me as the First Blood."
Draven's eyes narrowed slightly.
"...First Blood?"
The white-suited figure nodded.
"Yes."
"I am the first vampire to ever exist."
Silence followed.
Draven stared at him.
The First Blood tilted his head.
"Don't look so surprised."
Draven's expression remained unchanged.
"I'm not."
His eyes narrowed further.
"I'm wondering why you're here."
"What the hell are you doing inside my body?"
"And how did you even come to exist within me?"
The First Blood smiled.
"Actually..."
"I think I should be the one asking you that."
He paused.
"But there's no point."
"I've already checked."
"And, unfortunately..."
"...I'll have to say that you don't know shit."
Draven's eyes narrowed.
"...You checked?"
The First Blood nodded.
"That's right."
"Your memories..."
"They're like an open book to me."
"I can look through them whenever I want."
Draven remained silent for a moment.
"So that's it."
The First Blood smiled.
"Yes..."
"...And no."
"That's how I know who you are."
"Or rather..."
His smile faded slightly.
"...who you used to be."
Draven's expression remained cold.
"And the other reason?"
The First Blood's smile slowly widened again.
"That..."
"...is related to the question you just asked."
He took a slow step forward.
"How I came to be here."
The darkness around them seemed to grow quieter.
Draven's eyes remained locked onto him.
The First Blood stopped.
For the first time—
the amusement in his expression faded.
"...And that answer..."
"...isn't something you'll like."