A vortex manifested above the ancient citadel of Nebolex in the Third Layer of Hell. The air twisted violently as space folded inward, and a moment later, the figures of the True Depravita of Wrath and the White Death stepped out.
Both looked exhausted.
Their faces were pale, their auras dim, and their energies severely drained. Even though they had managed to attune their souls to the destruction and remain within the eye of the storm during the collapse of the Divine Kingdom, the event had been truly cataclysmic.
It had taken every ounce of their power just to prevent their bodies and souls from being crushed by the collateral forces unleashed by a dying world.
Vlad took a deep breath, allowing himself a brief moment of rest.
Then he focused on the golden eye on his forehead, and the next second, Overlord emerged.
