A month passed in the blink of an eye.
The True Depravitas stood together atop the Xaos Tower, alongside Overlord, gazing out over the vast city below. The air was solemn, heavy with anticipation. It was time. Time to gather the remaining powers of the Six Sun Alliance and secure their support for the campaign to come.
Without the Alliance united, there was no path—no conceivable future—in which Vlad could succeed in defeating an Empyrean.
Even weakened, Dream of Madness was a calamity incarnate.
A being capable of annihilating the entire Xaos Kingdom if left unchecked.
Vlad raised his hand, preparing to teleport them to the designated meeting ground—
—and froze.
The sudden halt sent ripples of confusion through the group. Overlord turned sharply, his artificial eyes glowing as he scanned for anomalies. Jormungandr tilted his head, Ouroboros frowned, and Fafnir instinctively shifted into a defensive stance.
"Vlad?" Freya asked softly.
