Determination and wrath burned brightly in the True Depravita's gaze as he surged forward.
The air ahead of him twisted violently, rippling like water struck by a sudden force. In the next instant, countless ghostly figures erupted into existence. They came in waves—howling, shrieking, writhing forms forged from the tortured souls of thousands of Legendary Devils. Their faces were locked in eternal agony as they lunged toward Vlad, driven by hatred and despair, seeking only to tear him apart.
Vlad swung the Quietus Sword with overwhelming force.
Each strike erased dozens of spirits at once, cleaving through spectral bodies and dispersing them into nothingness. He advanced relentlessly, cutting down wave after wave, his movements precise and merciless. The screams of the damned echoed through the streets as the ghosts were annihilated one after another.
But the onslaught did not end there.
