Two weeks had passed since the two fronts of the Xaos Kingdom were announced—the expedition to the Abyss under Overlord's command, and Vlad's mission to Valhalla.
Now, within the depths of the Runic Laboratory, the True Depravita of Wrath stood alone. His face was a portrait of exhaustion—eyes heavy, skin glistening with sweat—but behind that fatigue burned the unmistakable glimmer of triumph.
He took a long breath, and his energy began to revolve, spiraling through his meridians like a storm.
"Crown of Infinite Parallax."
At once, a runic circlet of shifting glass and cosmic metal shimmered into existence around his forehead, the symbols alive and pulsing.
"Mantle of Dimensional Threads."
A cloak wove itself from strands of silver filaments—woven directly from the threads of space itself—draping across his shoulders.
"Gauntlets of the Horizon Grip."
Runed gloves formed around his hands, each knuckle radiating a faint distortion as if grasping the edges of reality.
