The rogues turned rabid, baring their teeth as they didn't like the smell of blood that belonged to the other werewolves who were part of their own little rogue group. Soon they started to pounce and attack him.

Vincent used his hands to keep the rogue werewolves at a distance by punching them with enough force to send them flying in the other direction. When another werewolf bared his teeth and was about to bite the pureblooded vampire's shoulder, Vincent bent down while turning around and kicking the person's leg. This had the rogue fall on his back.

Before the rogue could get up, Vincent jumped on him and stuck his hand into the rogue's chest, pulling the beating heart and throwing it at the other rogue's face.

One of the men, who had come to fight the rogues with a dagger questioned his fellow comrade,

"Why is the number of rogue werewolves not reducing?! It feels like our men are falling, and the rogue werewolves are the same, or... increasing."

"It's as if all the rogues are concentrated here," replied another man, who tried to defend himself from the werewolves that tried to chomp his arm.

On the other side, when Vincent tried to move ahead to find Eve, three rogue werewolves and one corrupted vampire who had lost his sense attacked him. The pureblooded vampire noted that James hadn't prepared just the rogue werewolves, but he was also controlling the corrupted vampires to attack them, which seemed never to end.

Vincent ripped the werewolf's heart out, while he dodged the attack of the corrupted vampire.

He caught the other werewolf's hand, twisting the arm and punching the person in his gut.

"Looks like you are out of bullets," snickered one of the rogue werewolves.

"Saving it for the best," Vincent responded, that had the rogue werewolf growl and jump to attack the pureblooded vampire.

Vincent caught hold of the werewolf, bringing the person in front of him when the corrupted vampire tried to attack him, which ended up with the werewolf taking the blow. Gripping the rogue werewolf's head and lower mouth, he pulled it apart, while the rogue werewolf screamed in agony. Blood spilled on the ground, with the scent spreading in the forest.

When Vincent took a look at the sky, it wasn't light blue anymore as it now had orange and pink. He tried to find where Eve was as he fought, but he couldn't sense her, as if she wasn't there and it had him punch the rogues with much more force.

He loaded the bullets into his gun and shot the corrupted vampire who jumped in the air to attack him, blowing the vampire.

"Sire!" One man called Vincent and said, "There are too many rogues and corrupted beings in here."

With time running out and the golden moon ready to ascend into the sky soon, Vincent instructed, "Fall back."

"Sire?" The men fighting the corrupted vampires and rogues looked confused at Vincent's order.

"Run back now. Whatever suits you," Vincent placed his gun back in his pocket.

The men who were fighting along with Vincent quickly passed the message to each other. They started to move away from the pureblooded vampire, while fighting the rogues. Vincent continued to fight, where most of the rogues and deranged vampires started to concentrate and attack him.

When the men fell back on Vincent's order, the pureblooded vampire raised his hand towards his chest, the palm of his hand facing one side. He closed his eyes to concentrate, while the rogues were headed in his direction to rip him apart.

One of the men turned to the other and asked with wide eyes, "What is Mr. Moriarty doing?! He is going to be torn into pieces!"

"Should we go back to where he is?"

"He ordered us to fall back," said another man there.

When Vincent opened his eyes, his eyes were as red as the blood that had spilled on the ground and suddenly, something emitted from him. It was a strong, invisible wave that moved in an outward direction, and when the wave passed through the rogue werewolves and the corrupted vampires, they were forced to fall on their knees and couldn't stand up.

Even the men, who stood far away, felt the pressure in the air that made one of them throw up on the ground. One of them stuttered,

"I--Isn't this... the ability to 'command'?"

"Mr. Moriarty stopped the fights with one single movement..."

"I thought it was only a made-up ability!" another man whispered, while staring wide-eyed at Vincent, who was the only one standing.

Back near the cave and the sea, Erasmus sneered at Eve, his nose scrunching as he watched the number of spikes that surrounded Eve and kept him from reaching where she was. Even if he did apparate, there was no telling that he would land in a safe spot, considering there wasn't one, and he would only be injured.

He then laughed, as if he was amused, and he said, "I will accept it. You are smarter than your mother. Smarter than most of the sea creatures. But you forget that I am older and wiser than you, and haven't displayed all my tricks to you," a wide grin appeared on his lips.

The smile was unsettling, and Eve wondered what else Erasmus was hiding. He then started to pull out a tree that was next to him, where the roots hung with mud still stuck to it. He then threw it across the spikes, breaking them and also making his way to where Eve was.

Eve had quietly used the water like a snake to fetch the dagger that had fallen away, and when Erasmus came to by using another tree, she kicked his leg by having him fall and raised the dagger in her hand, ready to stab it into his rotten heart.

"Eve."

Eve's hand froze midair when Erasmus changed his appearance to her mother. For a moment, she lost her thoughts as it had been years since she had remembered her mother this vividly.

Rebecca raised her hand towards Eve's face and said, "My daughter, are you trying to kill me?" She asked in the voice that brought nostalgia to Eve.

With Eve's hesitation, a sly smile appeared on Rebecca's lips, and she quickly pushed Eve to the ground, while snatching the dagger from her.