Small smiles appeared on the Sovereigns’ faces as they watched Vlad effortlessly solve a problem none of them had been able to address.
The abilities of the True Depravita of Wrath were advancing at an alarming pace.
The first ti they had t him, he had only been a powerful Lord—impressive for his age, certainly, but not truly unique. Now, less than two decades later, he had already ascended to the Rank of Paragon and wielded power capable of destroying the soul of an Empyrean.
They could not help but wonder how strong he would beco in the years to co.
Vlad returned their looks with a calm smile. With a simple wave of his hand, space folded, and a portal opened before them, leading out of the battlefield dinsion.
Brightkin, Orkin, and Ankil stepped forward imdiately. The White Death followed, carrying rlin’s unconscious body. Relief and satisfaction were clear in their expressions as they finally left the battlefield behind.
Vlad did not leave imdiately.
As the True Depravita of Wrath gazed at the shattered realm, a flood of emotions crossed his mind.
This had been, without question, the most difficult battle of his life. He had faced a monster whose power had no rival and that embodied the very essence of madness.
But it had also given him sothing invaluable.
For the first ti, he had glimpsed the path beyond the Paragon Tier.
And he could not help but think about the being who had made that possible.
"Being able to endure for so long with a monster like that inside you... truly worthy of respect."
Vlad let out a quiet sigh as he spoke.
The Primordial God had been extraordinary. Even a single remaining spark of his power had allowed Vlad to rise to an incredible level.
Yet even such a being had ultimately perished under the influence of the Alien Power.
The True Depravita of Wrath clasped his hands and perford a deep bow toward the fading essence of the fallen Primordial God before finally turning away.
When he stepped out of the void and entered the citadel at the heart of the realm, his eyes widened.
The destruction had worsened dramatically.
The cracks in the sky had expanded into massive fractures stretching from horizon to horizon. The land itself had split apart, forming enormous canyons that seed to descend toward the very core of the world.
"It seems our battle with Dream of Madness reverberated throughout the entire realm," the White Death said quietly, his eyes glowing as he analyzed the surroundings. "In less than six hours, this dinsion will experience total collapse."
Even as he spoke, he could feel the essence of entropy spreading, accelerating the world’s end.
Vlad nodded.
He, too, could sense the space-ti matrix unraveling.
A solemn expression appeared on his face. He had originally hoped to preserve this realm. Once the corruption was cleansed, it could have beco an excellent stronghold.
But that possibility was now gone.
"The silver lining," Vlad said after a mont, "is that the destruction has weakened the barrier between this realm and the rest of the universe."
After speaking, he took a deep breath and gathered his energy. Drawing his sword, he swung it with full force.
The sky split open.
A massive tear ford, rapidly stabilizing into a vast portal.
"This will lead you back to the Third Layer of Hell," Vlad said.
Orkin frowned slightly.
"You’re not coming?"
There were no enemies left, and the realm was collapsing. As far as he could tell, nothing of value remained. He did not understand why Vlad would stay behind.
The True Depravita of Wrath gave a small nod.
"The death of a Primordial God’s Divine Kingdom is a rare and majestic event. Laws and fundantal rules of the highest order will manifest during its collapse. I intend to remain for as long as possible and learn what I can."
Understanding imdiately appeared in the eyes of Brightkin, Orkin, and Ankil.
Then ca flashes of envy.
Each of them would have liked to witness such a cosmic phenonon. But even at their peak, the collapse of a Primordial Divine Kingdom was not sothing they could endure.
The White Death handed rlin’s body to the Dvergar King before stepping forward to stand beside Vlad.
"I will remain as well."
While Vlad wished to study the unraveling of space-ti, the White Death was interested in sothing else—the triumph of entropy itself.
His white flas were powerful, but the battle with Dream of Madness had shown him clearly that he still had a long path ahead.
"We will be waiting in Hell," Brightkin said with a nod.
The three Sovereigns clasped their hands in farewell.
Vlad and the White Death returned the gesture, watching calmly as the group stepped through the portal and disappeared.
The mont they were alone, the two exchanged a brief glance.
Then, without another word, they rose into the sky.
The White Death’s eyes glowed intensely as he scanned the collapsing world in every direction. After a few monts, he pointed toward a distant location.
Imdiately, the two teleported.
The difference was obvious the mont they arrived.
All around them, destruction was spreading rapidly—earthquakes, spatial fractures, and storms of unstable energy. But in this particular region, stability still remained.
It was order amid relentless chaos.
The eye of the storm.
Without hesitation, Vlad and the White Death settled into ditative positions in midair. Closing their eyes, they released the power of their souls, allowing their perception to expand outward.
They were no longer observing with their senses.
They were observing with their essence.
Through their souls, they began studying the imnse forces being released as the Divine Kingdom approached its end.
Ti passed slowly.
The cracks across the sky widened. The earthquakes grew more violent. Entire regions collapsed into void-like abysses as the laws maintaining the world began to fail.
The pressure in the air intensified with every passing minute.
Then, five hours later—
The destruction reached a critical point.
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