A massive entity stepped through, horns rising into the sky like a crown, its presence alone crushing the hordes beneath it. Alien abominations were obliterated simply by being in its way, erased as though they had never existed. Its humanoid body embodied absolute authority and control, a walking convergence of law and annihilation.
Even more terrifying—
It was missing a hand.
Vlad's breath caught in his chest.
"The Master…"
The name escaped his lips in disbelief.
This was no ordinary Alien Lord. According to the A.I. Chip's highest-level analyses, this being stood beyond the Paragon Realm itself—an Empyrean. A sovereign existence that ruled not worlds, but entire hierarchies of reality.
The Master fully emerged from the portal, its colossal form dwarfing mountains. Its gaze locked onto Vlad and Overlord with cold, unmistakable intent. There was no fury in those eyes.
Only judgment.
