Small smiles appeared on the Sovereigns' faces as they watched Vlad effortlessly solve a problem none of them had been able to address.
The abilities of the True Depravita of Wrath were advancing at an alarming pace.
The first time they had met him, he had only been a powerful Lord—impressive for his age, certainly, but not truly unique. Now, less than two decades later, he had already ascended to the Rank of Paragon and wielded power capable of destroying the soul of an Empyrean.
They could not help but wonder how strong he would become in the years to come.
Vlad returned their looks with a calm smile. With a simple wave of his hand, space folded, and a portal opened before them, leading out of the battlefield dimension.
Brightkin, Orkin, and Ankil stepped forward immediately. The White Death followed, carrying Merlin's unconscious body. Relief and satisfaction were clear in their expressions as they finally left the battlefield behind.
Vlad did not leave immediately.
