After the destruction of the Divine Kingdoms, Vlad did not stop.
The ruins of seven shattered realms drifted through the sky of the Second Level of Heaven like broken bones.
Vlad hovered at the center of that devastation, his eyes slowly closing as he brought his hands together. The moment his palms met, reality itself seemed to shudder.
A colossal gravitational force erupted from him.
Invisible pressure spread outward in every direction, seizing the broken remnants of the Divine Kingdoms and dragging them back toward their source. Massive palaces, once forged by gods and sustained by faith, were crushed into rubble.
Towers collapsed into pebbles, temples folded inward like paper, and sacred streets were pulverized into clouds of divine dust. Everything—every fragment of divine matter—was pulled inexorably toward the space between Vlad's hands.
Piece by piece, the ruins were compressed.
