Marvel: Death Knight

Frostmourne's abilities extend beyond creating Death Knights and undead Scourge. It can also transform Valkyr and the San'layn, a vampiric race. However, Garus had yet to master this power. Perhaps the sword's spirit could help; it might be worth asking if it could deal with the vampire in front of him.

Since Garus had subdued the sword's spirit with his powerful soul energy during their last encounter, the entity had not appeared again.

Icy energy poured from Frostmourne, encasing the pool of blood that Faiz had dissolved into, freezing it into a crimson block of ice to halt his regeneration. Garus extended his consciousness into Frostmourne, entering its internal domain.

Inside the sword, his soul awareness wandered amidst the countless spirits it had absorbed.

Upon seeing Garus, the spirits recoiled in fear, avoiding him. Only the spirit of Apocalypse stood firm, meeting his gaze with unwavering intensity.

After a moment, Garus noticed a swirling gray mist coiled in the distance, occupying an area devoid of other spirits.

"Hey…" Garus hesitated, unsure of what to call it.

The mist churned anxiously, clearly remembering the fear he had instilled in their last encounter. A cautious voice emerged from the mist. "What do you want?"

"Can you deal with the vampire outside?"

The sword spirit quickly responded, "Yes. If you impale his body with my blade, I can extract the essence of his blood."

Garus raised an eyebrow at the explanation, something about it feeling oddly off.

"Alright," he threatened. "But if you mess this up, I'll scatter you to the void."

The sword spirit, still harboring resentment toward Garus, begrudgingly complied.

As Fess broke free from the ice, he shouted, "Let me go! Together, we can rule a new Blood Empire!" Despite his bravado, there was a noticeable crack in his once overbearing demeanor.

"No thanks. Goodbye."

Garus thrust Frostmourne into the blood pool. A powerful suction force emanated from the blade's tip.

"What's happening?!" Fess's panicked voice echoed as he felt his strength rapidly draining.

The frosty blade of Frostmourne grew crimson, as though it were feeding on blood. The runes etched into the sword began glowing red, one by one.

Amid Fess's anguished screams, the Blood God's essence was completely extracted. Above the hilt of Frostmourne, a crimson crystal began to form.

"What's this?" Garus plucked the crystal from the blade, feeling a searing warmth against his palm.

"That is Blood Essence. It can be used to create a powerful San'layn," the sword spirit explained.

Not bad, Garus thought. An unexpected gain.

Around him, the tower they had fought in was collapsing. The corrosive effects of the Blood Tide and the freezing energies from Frostmourne had compromised its structural integrity. Cracks spread along the walls, and the building groaned under the weight of the debris above.

"Crack!"

Just as Garus was about to leave, the tower gave way entirely, crumbling around him.

"Damn it!"

There was no time to escape. The collapsing structure buried him beneath its rubble.

Outside the tower, Blade was helping Daredevil and Jacqueline to safety when they encountered a group of vampires fleeing in panic.

Once they reached a safe distance, the two groups turned to face each other, hostility evident.

"Daywalker, the Blood God's power has awakened. Do you regret your decisions now?" Hansen, one of Fess's lackeys, sneered smugly as though he had personally gained the Blood God's power. "You could've been part of the new Blood Empire."

Blade gently lowered Jacqueline and Daredevil. Fess might be too strong for him to handle right now, but these lackeys were nothing more than fodder. The only issue was the burden of protecting his companions.

Daredevil stirred, regaining consciousness. "Blade, I'm fine now," he said weakly.

Behind them, the sounds of the tower's collapse echoed, the result of Garus and Fess's fierce battle.

Daredevil pulled out his metal staff, pressing a button that revealed silver blades at both ends—a custom weapon taken from Blade's arsenal.

"Stay by Jacqueline," Blade ordered. Before Daredevil could respond, Blade had already charged toward the vampires.

"I…" Daredevil sighed, gripping his staff tightly as he kept a vigilant eye on the surrounding vampires.

"You're outnumbered, one against a hundred. This won't end well for you," Hansen taunted, signaling the vampires to attack.

The vampires underestimated Blade. Even after losing a significant amount of blood, he moved with deadly precision, cutting through the horde with ease.

Hansen, observing Daredevil's struggle, gestured for more vampires to target him.

Amid the chaos, everyone turned their attention to the tower as it finally collapsed completely. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the view.

"Do you think the boss won? His opponent must've been incredibly strong," one of the vampires muttered.

Hansen slapped the vampire across the head. "Idiot! That wasn't just anyone. It was the headmaster of the mutant academy—a powerful mutant."

"Does that mean our boss could take down Iron Man, Spider-Man, the Fantastic Four, or even…"

Before he could finish, a loud explosion erupted from the debris.

Someone emerged, shoving aside the wreckage.

"What bad luck," Garus muttered, brushing the dust off his shoulders. Clad only in a pair of "Hulk" branded briefs, he sighed and pulled a suit from his dimensional bag, changing without a care for the stunned onlookers.

Garus raised the crimson crystal for all to see. "Stop gawking. Your so-called Blood God is right here."

The vampires stared at the crystal in disbelief. They could feel the power radiating from it, a tangible confirmation of Garus's claim.

"This… this can't be…"

Ignoring their shock, Garus lifted Frostmourne, gray mist spiraling from its blade. The mist extended toward each vampire, forming ghostly chains that latched onto their bodies.

"Soul Extraction!"

The vampires, incapable of resisting Frostmourne's might, screamed as their souls were ripped from their bodies and drawn into the blade. In mere moments, their physical forms crumbled into ash.

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