Vlad's eyes were sharp as blades, narrow slits of focus and fury as he faced Augustus and the elite group of Zanis Legends. His sword moved with perfect control—every arc, every thrust, executed with seamless precision, always a heartbeat ahead of the deadly blows aimed at him. But even his mastery had limits.
There were simply too many enemies, and they moved with such tight coordination that Vlad was slowly being pushed back. His counterattacks were limited, and openings to retaliate became rarer with each second.
A deep frown etched itself into Vlad's face as he noticed the situation worsening not just in the air, but on the ground as well. If nothing changed, the Xaos forces would soon face overwhelming casualties.
But just as it seemed that the True Depravita of Wrath and the Xaos soldiers had taken on more than they could handle—it happened.
"RUMBLE!!!"