"...w-What did you do?"
The vampire asked in a very irritated voice.
And Adam replied back to it saying.
"Just like I said, you're blind as a bat. For someone that can manipulate Miasma, you can't even tell the difference between a Miasma mirage and a real body...hehehe...now that is funny, but I guess Minerva was right: Monsters typically dont invest their time learning how to manipulate Miasma properly despite their affinity to the negative energy.
"So your defeat here is a skill issue on your part, my undead stranger."
"Tsk... you think you won, ha?"
The severed head said as it lay flat on the ground, twitching slightly in its boiling anger. Its glowing red eyes narrowed into slits as they locked onto Adam, who now stood fully healed, casually dusting off the bloody dust and debris from his feathered sleeves.
"You idiot."
The head growled, voice muffled by its awkward position on the stone floor.
"Do you really think decapitation would work on me?"
