The moment the True Depravita of Wrath appeared, his aura exploded outward, flooding the entire dimension.
Starlight surged like a tidal wave, crashing against the oppressive sea of madness and despair emanating from Dream of Madness. The two forces collided, grinding against one another, and for the first time since the battle had begun, the alien aura was pushed back.
Shock and awe filled the eyes of the White Death and the Sovereigns as they turned toward the True Depravita of Wrath.
Vlad's body was battered and torn. His soul bore deep scars, and his remaining energy reserves were frighteningly low. Yet despite that, the presence he radiated was overwhelming—vast, pure, and absolute. His aura rose higher and higher, no longer merely matching Dream of Madness.
It was surpassing it.
"What… is that power?" the White Death muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief.
The starlight flowing across Vlad's body was beyond majestic. It was calm yet merciless, radiant yet terrifying.
