As Abaddon's crimson blade of antimatter flashed toward Vlad, time seemed to slow, freezing the battlefield into a scene both majestic and terrifying.
Abaddon's lips curved into a cold smile as his sword descended, ready to sever the True Depravita's head.
Away from them, Demogorgon's eyes shone with savage excitement. To him, the battle was already over.
And in that suspended instant, shock filled Vlad's gaze. There was no space left to dodge. No time to escape.
It should have been the end.
Then, at the very last moment, a vast and terrifying aura manifested in the distance.
Entropy.
The power was so overwhelming, so absolute in its sense of finality, that even Abaddon could not help but glance toward it.
"He appeared!"
Abaddon's eyes sharpened, but there was no fear in his heart.
"It doesn't matter. It's too late for the White Death to stop my sword."
