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His crimson eyes, imbued with an otherworldly glow, scanned the landscape. Thermal vision, a gift of his vampiric nature, highlighted the telltale heat signatures of living beings. A group of three figures huddled around a flickering campfire, their movements clumsy and hesitant. Perfect.

Neveah descended from the tower with an unnatural grace, his footsteps silent on the dust-covered stones. His movements were cloaked in a shroud of shadows, augmented by the waning sunlight. The campfire cast long, distorted shadows that danced grotesquely as he approached.

The first one to sense his presence was a young elf, her ears twitching nervously. But before she could sound an alarm, a sliver of ice, launched with unnerving precision, pierced her throat. Her eyes widened in silent terror as life drained from her body, leaving behind a lifeless husk that crumpled to the ground.

The other two, a burly human warrior and a dwarf mage, whirled around at the sound of the thud. Their faces contorted in horror as they saw their fallen comrade. Panic surged through them, but Neveah was upon them before they could react.

The human, fueled by desperation, charged with a battle cry, his sword raised high. Neveah sidestepped the clumsy swing with ease, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out, a single touch sending tendrils of ice crawling up the warrior\'s arm, freezing him from the inside out.

The man\'s scream turned into a choked gurgle as he became a living statue of ice before shattering into a million glittering shards.

The dwarven mage, the wiliest of the three, saw his companions\' fates unfold and opted for a different tactic. With a desperate incantation, he launched a fireball at Neveah. The flames, fueled by fear, roared towards him.

But Neveah merely raised a hand. With a flick of his wrist, he manipulated the very fabric of gravity around the fireball, bending its trajectory until it harmlessly arced towards the sky, exploding into a shower of embers.

The dwarf, now utterly devoid of hope, sank to his knees, whimpering. "Please," he stammered, his voice raspy with terror. "I… I have little points. I want to get a good rank, just… please let me live."

Neveah regarded him with a cold indifference. "Pleas don\'t interest me,they disgust me" he said, his voice a chilling whisper. "Fear, however… that is a delicacy I find most… appetizing."

He lunged forward, his vampiric speed a blur. The dwarf, his eyes wide with terror, could only let out a strangled cry before Neveah sank his fangs into his neck. The screams died down as Neveah drained the life force from the gnome, his crimson eyes glowing brighter with each stolen breath.

When he was done, he tossed the desiccated corpse aside like a discarded ragdoll. His crimson gaze swept over the battlefield once more, a predatory glint in his eyes. There were more to hunt. The night was young, and the game had just begun. Neveah wasn\'t just a participant in this exam, he was the apex predator, and the remaining contestants were his terrified prey.

Axl, the Dragon Blessed, perched atop a rocky outcrop, his crimson wings catching the dying embers of the setting sun. The battlefield stretched before him, a tapestry woven with chaos and desperation. His eyes, glowing with electric blue aura, scanned the landscape, searching for a worthy challenger. Suddenly, his gaze snagged on a lone figure, a silhouette bathed in the last rays of light.

"Ah, what do we have here?" Axl boomed, a hint of amusement lacing his voice. "A vampire, and a strong one at that. I didn\'t know your kind could be so strong."

Neveah, his face obscured by shadows, remained silent. His crimson eyes, however, glittered with something akin to a predator sizing up its prey. There was no fear, no hesitation, only a cold, calculating stare.

Axl\'s amusement faded, replaced by a spark of challenge. He leaped from the rock, a blur of crimson and gold, his aura crackling with raw electrical energy. "Let\'s see what you\'re made of, vampire!"

Neveah didn\'t respond. He simply raised a hand, and the ground beneath Axl\'s feet rumbled. With a surprised yelp, the Dragon Blessed found himself catapulted into the air, gravity\'s hold temporarily broken. Before he could recover, a wall of shimmering ice materialized, blocking his descent.

Axl, his aura flaring defensively, shattered the ice with a powerful punch. But the attack was a mere distraction. While Axl focused on the ice, Neveah launched himself forward, a blur of dark energy. His fist, encased in a swirling vortex of ice, slammed into Axl\'s chest.

The Dragon Blessed roared, the force of the blow sending him crashing into the ground. He scrambled to his feet, a mixture of anger and surprise clouding his eyes. This wasn\'t a mere vampire – this was a force of nature, a monster wielding the very elements with an uncanny mastery.

The battle that followed was a spectacle of elemental fury. Axl, channeling the power of lightning, unleashed a torrent of crackling bolts. Neveah, with a grace unlike any vampire Axl had ever encountered, evaded the attacks using his control over gravity. He danced around the battlefield, effortlessly defying gravity\'s pull.

When Axl resorted to earth magic, erecting a series of towering stone walls and small boulders covered in spikes, Neveah countered with his own ice magic, forming swirling shields that deflected the attacks.

The fight proceeded in a whirlwind of ice and lightning. Neveah, a blur of dark energy and gravity manipulation, attacked with relentless ferocity. Axl, grounded by his earth magic, defended himself with a vibrant display of crackling aura. It was a dance of opposing elements, brute force meeting tactical finesse.

Despite Axl\'s impressive display of power, it was clear that Neveah was slowly dictating the battle. His unorthodox use of gravity granted him an unfair advantage in terms of speed and maneuverability. Every time Axl landed a blow, it was met with either a deflection or a swift counterattack. The knight, though valiant, was being pushed back, frustration etching lines on his face.

The observers, a tense amalgamation of instructors and racial leaders, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Neveah\'s power was unlike anything they had ever witnessed. Axl, was s blessed dragon, the embodiment of raw magical power, was struggling against an unknown vampire!?

Sure they said they\'ll find out about the vampire but now it was urgent the most important thing. Who was He?

The fight was interrupted by a loud screech echoing from the sky. A colossal red dragon, its scales shimmering in the light, swooped down. With a single, powerful wingbeat, it slammed into Neveah, sending him crashing into a nearby rock formation.

"Draven! How dare you interrupt!" Axl roared in frustration, his eyes burning with anger.

" You know why I did that my prince." Said Draven.

"I understand, Draven," Axl rasped, forcing himself to speak. "But…"

"But nothing," Draven cut him off, his voice laced with a sharp edge. "You were losing, Axl. There\'s no shame in admitting it. But there is shame in letting pride cloud your judgment."

"I wouldn\'t have lost," he growled, the defiance laced with a bitter truth. "I just needed more time."

Draven let out a snort of smoke that billowed into the sky. "Time is a luxury we don\'t have, my prince."

" Now is a crucial stage, we must continue getting points, not wasting time fighting against that Vampire and getting a low rank. His majesty won\'t tolerate any shame. For today\'s battle against that vampire you can redeem yourself as not many watched except for the instructors who can be made to shut up and the racial leaders who are more concerned about this vampire." Said Draven.

Axl remained silent, his jaw clenched. The wind whipped at his face, but it couldn\'t extinguish the fire burning in his eyes. He would get his rematch with Neveah.

"Very well," he finally said, his voice tight. "But after this test and you\'re done studying him, I want a rematch. And at that time, I won\'t be needing your intervention."

Draven observed him for a long moment, then nodded. "See that you don\'t, prince. Let everyone see the true potential of the Dragon Blessed."

Next time, he would crush the vampire with his own bare hands. The vampire would learn the true meaning of a Dragon Blessed\'s wrath. Axl, fueled by a potent mix of anger and newfound shame, would be relentless. This exam was just the beginning. The true reckoning, the battle to prove his dominance, would happen soon. And when it did, the vampire would pay dearly for the humiliation he\'d inflicted.

Without another word, the Draven dragon grabbed Axl by the scruff of his armor and soared into the sky, leaving Neveah behind. Axl cursed under his breath, as they disappeared into the distance.

Neveah rose from the rubble, a dark stain blooming on his chest where the red dragon had struck him. He brushed away the dust, a predatory glint returning to his crimson eyes. The fight with Axl was unfinished, but there would be others.