Maria blinked because part of what he said made sense, and that alone disgusted her. Even so, she would rather die than see this world ruled by vampires.
She knew what happened during the great civil war. She knew about human farms, about cages built for blood, about generations erased quietly.
She would never let history repeat itself.
"You're insane," she said, her voice shaking with anger.
"You praised human pride in front of Robert Latros, but you're the one who abandoned the very thing that made you human just for power."
Mark raised a brow and laughed lightly. "Abandoned it? Look at me. Do my eyes look like theirs?"
"I'm still human," he continued. "I just have power like them now. The ability to wield Bloodstyle, to live longer than any normal human, and to never lose to vampires again."
He lifted his hand, and a violent wind began to twist slowly in his palm.
"You already lost the moment you worked with them," Maria snapped.
