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As Allen walked deeper into the room, Eliade came into view. Quickly she pinned the whitenette against the wall. "What are you doing here?" She yelled.
"*cough* A-Arystar Krory isn't a vampire, h-he's one of us." Allen was having trouble breathing.
"No! I won't let you take him away from me!" Eliade strengthened her grip on the whitenette. Then she threw Allen to the ground, and the poor boy fell unconscious. "I'll kill you, that way I won't hurt my Arystar." Eliade pulled out an axe. She placed it neatly over Allen's neck, then raised it and forced it down. But instead of chopping the boy's head off like planned, Allen's left hand stopped the weapon. "What? B-But he's unconscious." Eliade stuttered. Then the axe broke in Allen's grip and his hand transformed into his anti-akuma weapon. Eliade quickly jumped back. She was taken aback by the fact that Allen's arm was moving on its own. 'I'm back Allen.' The voice of Mana resounded in Allen's head.
'My senses are returning. My world of black and white…' Allen opened up his eyes. His left eye was back in action, but it was different. 'It evolved.' Allen noted, and then stared at Eliade. "Hmph, you're a strange one boy." Eliade hissed.
"You're an akuma, I thought so. Well, I'm ready to fight you now." Allen pointed his innocence at Eliade, ready to attack.