As soon as Vlad gazed upon the dimension, a solemn expression appeared on his face.
Before doing anything, the Quantum Eye glowed. Space rippled, and White Death, along with the rest of the Sovereigns, emerged from the eye. Just like the True Depravita of Wrath, sharpness and caution filled their eyes as they took in the state of the realm.
The dimension was in complete chaos.
Giant cracks stretched across the sky like wounds in reality itself, where the Laws were visibly collapsing. The ground beneath their feet trembled and broke apart in fragments, drifting into the air before dissolving into nothingness. Storms of unstable energy swept across the land, distorting space and warping the horizon. Everywhere they looked, the world was falling apart.
They had formed an image of what the Primordial God's Tomb should look like based on Vlad and Overlord's memories.
This, however, was pure pandemonium.
