This was definitely not the first time the White Death had faced death.
Normally, in moments like this, his mind and soul would become perfectly still, filled only with cold focus and absolute clarity. Fear had no place in him, and neither did hesitation.
But this time was different.
This time, rage burned in his heart.
Wrath followed it, fierce and unyielding.
And the moment those emotions surged, they became a gate.
A ripple of power flashed through space, and the next instant the True Depravita of Wrath appeared directly in front of the White Death.
Vlad clenched his teeth as he pushed the power of the Seal of Envy to its absolute limit. His durability skyrocketed, layers of defensive force condensing over his body and soul. Without a single moment of hesitation, he raised the Quietus Sword and swung with every ounce of strength he possessed.
The blade crashed against the descending claw.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
A massive explosion erupted.
