Vlad and the White Death tightened their fists as they reinforced their bodies.
Even at the eye of the storm, the destruction raging throughout the Divine Kingdom was releasing violent bursts of energy that reached their position. Waves of collapsing space, temporal distortions, and chaotic power surged outward in all directions.
If they were careless, even they could suffer serious injuries.
Space-time twisted around the figure of the True Depravita of Wrath, forming layered distortions that redirected the surrounding instability. Around the White Death, cold entropy burned in the form of silent white flames, dissolving hostile energies before they could reach him.
Then the collapse reached its critical point.
The nature of the world changed.
Until now, the destruction had been violent but structured—cracks spreading across the sky, land breaking apart, storms of unstable energy tearing through the atmosphere. The Divine Kingdom had been dying.
Now, it began to unmake itself.
