Vlad did not have the luxury to worry about the other battles raging across the void. His opponent was no ordinary foe, but a full-fledged Lord—and not merely any Lord, but one hailing from a super-realm such as Hell. Against such a being, even the slightest lapse in awareness meant death.
Their blades clashed with apocalyptic force. Vlad's sword roared with spatial storms while the Devil Lord's seethed with dark flames, their collision unleashing destruction that spread like a plague in every direction. Vlad immediately understood the danger—these flames were not merely fire. They devoured the essence of life itself, consuming vitality to fuel their growth. One careless exchange, and his soul could be reduced to cinders.
But he did not hesitate.
The instant their swords parted, Vlad's body shuddered, and he vanished. Space folded in an instant, and he reappeared high above the Devil Lord, descending like a meteor streaking with wrath.
