Grey felt his eyes nearly burst apart when he made eye contact with the vampire pimp. It was like real daggers were crossing between their gazes instantly, boring into his head.
Subconsciously, he pulled on Mental Fortitude again.
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[Lv2 Mental Fortitude > Lv3 Mental Fortitude]
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The pain dulled, but it didn't vanish.
The vampire pimp slowly stood, clutching his cane. His muscles bulged, his jaw pulsing with lines of veins. His teeth clenched and Grey could have sworn he heard echoes of sharpening blades from them alone.
"You brought the Mechanical Jaw Lineage here, Esmeralda? It seems that you really want to do this the hard way. Do you think I'd fear you even in neutral territory? What do you think you could possibly do to me in my own territory?!"
His voice boomed with such force a wall of wind slammed into Esmeralda the witch, knocking the hood that covered her head off.
