Vlad could not help but frown as he saw the intruder approaching the tower. The aura pressing from afar was overwhelming—just as powerful as Zialath had been when empowered by the Infernal Monolith's Origin Force. That fact alone was troubling. Yet the True Depravita of Wrath did not falter. He had Jormungandr to fuse with, the other three True Depravitas to fight by his side, an army at his back, and the Nightmare Eye Superior Legends ready to attack with suicidal might. If this was some attempt to seize the throne, it was a suicidal one.
Finally, the figure arrived, descending until it floated above the spire of the Sector Master's tower. It waited there calmly, like a blade poised in still air. There was no fear in its single star-like eye, no arrogance either, only cold, pragmatic focus as he calmly waited.
Vlad's own eyes sharpened. He turned briefly toward the tower below.
"Remain here," he ordered.
