Even as the Lords of the Six Sun Alliance dominated the battlefield, Vlad could feel it.
A suffocating presence lingering beyond the edges of perception.
Watching.
Waiting.
The darkness beyond the Divine Kingdoms felt alive.
Somewhere within the depths of the Ninth Layer of Hell, immense auras stirred like sleeping monsters beneath the earth.
Paragons.
More than one.
Their presence coiled around the battlefield like invisible chains.
They were observing the fight with cold patience.
Waiting for weakness.
Waiting for exhaustion.
Waiting for the moment when the Six Sun Alliance made a mistake.
Vlad had always known it was only a matter of time before the Archangels made their move.
Yet that realization did not break his focus.
On the contrary, it sharpened it.
His grip around the Longinus Spear tightened as he poured more and more energy into the Quantum Eye, pushing his perception to its limits while preparing for the inevitable clash.
