Vlad was filled with questions and doubt.
He had no idea who—or what—this entity truly was. While the spark of light had saved him from drowning in the ocean of madness, that did not mean its intentions were pure. Power always carried a price. Following its design could be dangerous. If he were careless, he might end up no different from a puppet, bound to the will of a fallen Primordial God.
Still, his situation left little room for caution.
"It's not like I have a choice. If I refuse… I die."
The True Depravita of Wrath let out a slow breath, fully aware of the precariousness of his position. For a brief moment, exhaustion and frustration flickered across his face.
Then his eyes sharpened.
Doubt faded, replaced by focus and iron determination.
He would use every tool, every weapon, every fragment of power at his disposal to defeat Dream of Madness.
As for the consequences… he would deal with them later.
"How can you help me?" Vlad asked.
