On another part of the battlefield that resembled Kael's side. However, this section is more isolated, filled with floating wreckage, destroyed ships, and the remains of fallen soldiers. The vastness of space surrounds the area, and bodies litter the ground as flames and shards of broken metal float aimlessly.
Lucas walks through the battlefield, his form lithe and composed despite the chaos. His blood-red eyes gleam with an eerie calmness as he moves with grace and precision. After 200 long years he is now at the Early Mythical Rank, his presence unnerving. With each step, he moves like a hunter amongst prey, the sound of his steps soft but deliberate.
As Lucas moves through the battlefield, his mind is cool and collected. He is not caught up in the chaos of the war or the bloodshed around him. In his mind, all he feels is the thrill of battle, a feeling that brings him back to the days when he trained under his father, Vlad the Vampire King. To Lucas, the slaughter is not something to be feared—it is a rite of passage.
Lucas thought back to some of Vlad's teachings, how his father's unparalleled power and absolute rule shaped his own path. Vlad was a king of blood, and Lucas always dreamed of walking in his footsteps—becoming as fearsome, unrivaled, and undying as his father. But Lucas knows that in order to achieve this, he must first surpass his limits, perfect his cultivation, and embrace the dark path to its fullest.
Over the centuries, aside from his focus on cultivating, Lucas trained to become more ruthless, learning that mercy is a weakness in this world. He has spent countless years cultivating and perfecting his Daos, refining himself into a deadly weapon. He understands that true power comes not just from strength, but from control, patience, and manipulation.
His growth has been methodical and cold, and his soul now burns with the desire to become a powerhouse, just as Vlad had once been and still is.
As he walked through the void of space the Wrath Demons and Devils couldn't help, but notice him and when they did, they attacked. They charge towards Lucas, each with their respective Daos ready to annihilate him. The Wrath Demons unleash roaring flames and violent strikes while the Devils call upon the forces of decay and infernal destruction.
Lucas stands his ground, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to the chaos around him. With a single motion, he activates his Dao of Darkness, merging into the darkness, becoming intangible and unseen by his enemies. As the Wrath Demons charge blindly, Lucas strikes from the darkness.
WHOOOOSH!
SWISHH!!
SLASH!!!!
Lucas materializes behind the first Wrath Demon, his Dao of Blood coming into play as he sinks his claws into the Demon's flesh. Blood is drained in an instant, and the Demon's life force flows into Lucas. As the Demon crumbles, Lucas uses his Dao of Darkness to melt back into the darkness, leaving his enemy's corpse behind.
As a Devil conjures a storm of decay from the Dao of Ruin, Lucas quickly counters with his Dao of Eternal Hunger, draining the essence of the infernal mana and turning it back on the Devil.
"ARGHHHH--"
The Devil screams as the energy he summoned turns against him, and Lucas strikes, delivering a devastating blow to his heart.
Lucas uses his Dao of Darkness to weave through the battlefield, picking off enemies one by one. The Wrath Demons, with their rage and chaos, fail to land a single blow as Lucas strikes with precision—his vampiric senses heightened to perfection.
CRACK!!
WHOOOSH!!!
SLASH!!
THUDD!!
The sound of his claw slicing through the bodies of Demons and Devils, bones breaking, and blood splattering resounded as he moved through the battlefield.
With most of the Wrath Demons and Devils in this area already slaughtered, Lucas faces the last of the Devils. The Devil summons an enormous fiery vortex using its Dao of Infernal Dominion.
BOOOOOM!
SHHHHK!!!
The Devil was hoping to overwhelm Lucas with this attack. But Lucas activates his Dao of Blood, healing himself, and then, with a terrifying roar, slashes through the vortex, cutting the Devil down in one fatal strike.
The battlefield falls silent. Lucas stands over the burning remains of the Wrath Demons and Devils, his blood-red eyes glowing with satisfaction. The fight is over, but Lucas's hunger remains—he has tasted a small win, but the eternal hunger inside him pushes him to seek more.
Lucas stands amidst the carnage, feeling the rush of power and the satisfaction of the hunt. The Daos coursing through him have made him unstoppable, but in his heart, he knows this is only a step in his journey. His father's legacy still looms over him, and Lucas's path is to prove himself—to rise above all others and become the next Vampire King or maybe something even more.
As he surveys the battlefield, Lucas thinks of his father, Vlad the Vampire King, whose power and legacy were etched into the very annals of Kalpa. Lucas's dream is now within reach, but it will take more blood, more death, and more power to claim his place at the top. After he snapped out of his thought he moved on and continued his role in this war.