Vlad's eyes were cold and razor-sharp as he stared at the Emperor of Valhalla. Power raged across his form, rolling off him in invisible waves as his body felt stronger, faster, and more durable than ever before.
The countless battles raging across Valhalla had allowed every True Depravita to fully attune to their newly acquired bloodlines, and now, through fusion, all of that growth had been transferred into him. The True Depravita of Wrath stood at the very threshold of the Paragon Lord Rank.
The air trembled as Vlad took a single step forward.
In that same instant, he vanished.
He reappeared directly before Antorus, space itself folding aside to grant him passage, and as Vlad waved his blade, an ocean of raging energy erupted outward. Wrath, lightning, fire, light, life force, and space collapsed into a single, devastating arc.
"ARGHHHH—!"
