The cut was devastating—deep enough to sever his spine, robbing his legs of sensation as blood erupted from his mouth. Amaterasu screamed, horror etched across his face as death loomed closer than ever before.
Desperation ignited his power.
Gravity exploded outward once more as he unleashed a repulsive wave at the last possible moment, forcing Vlad back before the blade could strike again.
The True Depravita of Wrath was hurled through the air, his body spinning violently as gravity released its hold. Yet before he could be fully overtaken by the momentum, Vlad twisted mid-flight, driving his blade downward and forcing it into the warped ground.
His breath came out slow and controlled, though his face had grown pale. His eyes remained cold, sharp, calculating.
