"Damn, man. I know I'm a vampire and can regenerate without issues, but that doesn't mean you should clean my hands off my shoulders."
Dale complained as he looked at both of his severed hands lying helplessly on the ground.
At the side, Reynold simply shook his head as he sighed and spoke.
"Honestly, I don't know what sort of monster you are. Are we even at the same Ecliptic rank? With the way you handle us, it feels like we're no different than ordinary mortals."
"That's not even the worst part."
Seraphim chimed in as she stood up from the ground, her face contorted in pain. She hadn't broken any bones, but the soreness spread through her entire body.
"We haven't even sparred against Clement that much, and he's supposed to be stronger than Spectre. And let's not forget, Anthony said he has eight people under him just as strong."
