The A.I. Chip Clone analyzed his own words for a brief moment before shifting his focus to Vlad and the rest of the True Depravitas.
"It is beginning," he said at last, his voice calm yet heavy with implication. "Whatever plot the Alien Powers have prepared for Valhalla… it has begun."
The True Depravitas clenched their fists almost simultaneously. A tense silence followed as the weight of those words settled over the chamber. Their original objective had been clear: implant the Lord Tier bloodlines, fuse the Demon Souls, and only then march into Valhalla fully prepared. That was the path that promised survival.
But time, it seemed, had run out.
Silence reigned as every gaze slowly turned toward Vlad, waiting for the young man to lead them forward. The True Depravita of Wrath closed his eyes for a brief instant, analyzing the situation from every possible angle, before letting out a quiet sigh.
