My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 30: Cornelia’s terrible situation

Cain reached Cornelia just as the last of the dust settled.

She lay on the shattered stone, her body twisted at an unnatural angle, blood soaking into the cracks beneath her. Her armor was torn open. Her cape was half-burned. One arm was mangled so badly that only a single finger still moved, trembling weakly as if clinging to life out of stubbornness alone.

Cain stared at her body intently.

For a brief moment, the world went silent.

Then he crouched down slowly.

He reached out and touched her remaining finger, careful, far more careful than anyone who had seen him moments earlier would ever expect. His hand trembled despite himself.

"...The beautiful Cornelia," he muttered quietly. "Reduced to this."

His lips curved into a bitter smile that never reached his eyes.

"Sigh. I almost made you despise me. I almost got what I wanted."

He glanced at the ruins around them, then landing on the humans.

"But these humans really have the worst timing."

The moment his fingers made full contact with her skin, his senses poured into her body.

Blood.

Spirit.

Mana.

Muscle.

Bone.

Flow.

Structure.

Everything unfolded before him in merciless detail.

Not long after inspecting her thoroughly, his brows knitted.

"Your veins," Cain said softly, his voice tightening.

"They’re ruptured along the forearm. Not clean breaks. Torn from pressure. They were forced open, then collapsed."

His fingers hovered over her arm, tracing the invisible paths.

"This vein here should feed mana evenly to the palm. It’s twisted. The flow is wrong. It’s looping back into itself."

He inhaled sharply.

"That’s why your fingers won’t respond."

His gaze moved to her elbow.

"The joint absorbed too much shock. Ligaments snapped inward instead of outward."

He clicked his tongue.

"Bad. Very bad. The elbow was never meant to bend like that."

His hand slid lower.

"The muscles here," he continued, frowning deeper, "they’re shredded from the inside. Not cut. Pulled apart. As if something inside your body tried to move faster than the flesh allowed."

He paused at her palm.

"These calluses," he said quietly. "You grip your sword too hard. Too often."

His jaw tightened.

"The bones under them are fractured. Hairline breaks everywhere. Each finger tried to move independently when the impact hit."

His face darkened further.

"You trained these hands for precision," Cain said. "For control. For command."

He swallowed.

"And now they can barely answer you."

His fingers drifted away, hovering uselessly in the air.

Then he moved to her other side.

Her legs were worse.

Much worse.

Cain sucked in a sharp breath when he saw them clearly.

Blood soaked through shattered greaves. Her boots were split open. One foot was bent at a wrong angle entirely, toes crushed, arch collapsed.

"...Tch."

He pressed lightly against her shin.

"The tibia cracked first," he said grimly. "Then the shock traveled upward. Your knee took it head-on."

His fingers curled into a fist.

"The cartilage is gone. Pulverized."

He moved to her ankle.

"This joint tried to stabilize you," Cain murmured. "It failed. Everything twisted at once."

His gaze traveled up her thigh.

"The muscle fibers are torn in layers. Each one tried to respond differently. Your body fought itself."

His voice dropped.

"That’s the worst kind of injury."

He moved to her other foot.

It was barely recognizable.

"This one took the ground force," Cain said. "The recoil. The rebound."

His teeth clenched.

"Your bones shattered inward. They didn’t even have time to scream."

His hands trembled now.

He pulled back slowly and stared at her entire body.

Her chest rose faintly. Too faintly.

Her heartbeat was erratic.

And then it hit him.

Cain’s expression changed completely.

"...Damn it."

His teeth ground together.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!"

He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, fury blazing red within.

"Your body," he hissed. "It was shaped by my Vampiric Overgod body."

His fists clenched so hard blood seeped from his palms.

"It thought it was stealing something from me," Cain growled. "Trying to adapt. Trying to take what it couldn’t hold so it received a backlash far stronger compared to these worms around."

His shoulders shook.

"Yeah, definitely! Out of everyone here..."

His voice cracked.

"...you took the worst of it."

His eyes burned crimson.

"If I hadn’t been here," he whispered, "you might not have survived."

He sucked in a ragged breath.

"No."

His head snapped up.

"No, you won’t die."

His blood mana surged violently, rippling the air around him.

"I will never let you die, I’ll restore you completely," Cain said, voice shaking with restrained rage. "I swore I wouldn’t."

His gaze hardened.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

He looked down at Cornelia again.

"She’ll die," he muttered. "She’ll die if I don’t find a proper sacrifice."

His jaw clenched.

"And if she dies, the blood pact between her and me will never be nullified."

His lips twisted.

"Ever again. Just like in my last life..."

He slammed his fist into the ground.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

His chest heaved.

"My Magic Realm isn’t high enough," he growled. "I can’t revive the dead."

The air exploded.

Blood mana erupted from his body like a storm.

Two massive blood wings tore free from his back, unfolding with a wet, thunderous sound. They were vast, layered with veins of glowing crimson, each flap shaking the air violently.

The ground cracked further.

Cain flapped once.

Then again.

Then again.

He shot into the sky like a crimson comet.

High above the ruined Moonshade territory, Cain hovered, wings spread wide, blood dripping from their edges like rain.

His face was twisted with fury.

"BLOOD SENSE!"

The shout thundered across the land.

A shockwave burst from his body.

The world turned red.

Blood answered him.

From beasts. From insects. From wounded creatures crawling underground. From distant screams. From fear.

Far away—

A figure tumbled across broken ground.

Old Vampire Rivik slammed into a stone wall, coughing blood. His body split into dozens of bats in panic, only for them to be dragged back together by invisible force, snapping painfully into his original form.

His face was swollen. His eyes were half shut.

"You—" he croaked.

Two figures stepped forward.

One had a mantis body, tall and lean, with curved scythes gleaming under the dim light. The other was humanoid but bore the tail and claws of a scorpion, his face sharp and cruel.

The mantis clicked its mandibles.

"You actually made our majesty use a magic scroll to teleport in your place," it mocked.

The scorpion leaned in close to Rivik’s ear.

"If you had just let his majesty do what he planned," it whispered, "everything would have been fine."

Its breath was cold.

"But you resisted."

The scorpion smiled.

"You’re going to die anyway. Why resist?"

Bang.

Its fist smashed into Rivik’s head.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

The mantis straightened.

"Why were we sent for this?" it muttered. "A weak Baron?"

The scorpion scoffed.

"We’re Peak Condense infestation masters," it said. "Mobilized for this?"

"Yeah... maybe it’s because one of his majesty’s pawns died," the mantis replied. "That means there’s a strong individual nearby."

The scorpion’s eyes gleamed.

"Then let’s go to the Moonshade Family," it said.

"We’ll control them all."

The mantis hesitated.

"The spawn was unkillable by normal means," it warned. "Be careful."

The scorpion laughed.

But before it could answer—

The air froze.

Time itself seemed to slow.

A heavy, rhythmic sound echoed behind them.

Flap.

Flap.

Almost instantly, they both turned.

Above them, blotting out the sky, floated Cain.

He looked down at them as if they were nothing but literal insects

"You both can do..." he said.