"Impo…ssible…"
That was the final word to escape Noctyr's mouth as the light in his eyes faded. The two halves of the Devil Lord's body collapsed to the ground, lifeless, the infernal power that had once animated them dispersing into nothingness.
Vlad did not lower his guard immediately.
His eyes remained sharp and focused, tracking the battlefield with ruthless precision as he searched for any lingering trace of resistance. Only when he confirmed that Noctyr's soul had truly been erased—utterly annihilated by that final strike—did he allow himself to relax.
The moment he did, his strength failed him.
Blood leaked from the corners of his eyes as his vision blurred, his body trembling violently. He had pushed himself far beyond his limits, drawing on power that even his reinforced physique and soul struggled to contain. His knees nearly buckled, but sheer willpower kept him upright.
