"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"
[ SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT ]
[Your ego is colliding with the Lord of Dreams.]
Lara's voice cut through the oppressive silence like a blade slicing through flesh. Her rage was no longer just an emotion—it had become a force of nature, raw and untamed. She pushed herself up despite the excruciating pain coursing through her body, her legs trembling beneath her as she forced them to hold her weight. But this time, something changed. Something 'snapped'.
Her form began to shift, growing taller, stronger, older—morphing into what most men could only dream of encountering. A warrior queen clad in light, radiating power that made even Dracula pause for a fraction of a second.
"So much talk about destiny and fate... Let's talk about you then, a husk of an undead," she spat venomously, her words dripping with disdain. Each syllable struck like a whip against his ancient pride. "An old cunt who can't embrace anything new, still clinging to your ancient ways."
