Chapter 694: True Depravita
Karot’s eyes glimmered wickedly, filled with savage joy and murderous intent, as he prepared to deliver the decisive blow. His bladed fingers flexed eagerly, poised to end the struggle once and for all. But then, unexpectedly, the cocoon surrounding Vlad trembled violently, sending a deep, resonant heartbeat echoing across the battlefield.
"THUMP!"
Shock and astonishment rippled visibly across the faces of Voroe and humans alike. Whatever transformation Vlad had been pursuing seemed to have reached completion far sooner than anyone anticipated—barely three minutes had passed, far short of the promised five.
A subtle, knowing smile crept onto the faces of the Sky Seed Depravitas, who stood frozen in the grip of ice. They knew their leader well. Vlad had never been one to foolishly reveal his true intentions or accurate timelines to the enemy. This was all part of his intricate and cunning plan, designed to lull his foes into a false sense of security.
Yet, any excitement or relief was abruptly swept aside as the cocoon trembled again, this time violently, sending forth a powerful shockwave of dark plasma in every direction.
Karot gritted his teeth in pain as the destructive energy seared his flesh, nearly forcing him to retreat. Summoning every ounce of his considerable power, the Voroe Legend stood firm, determined not to lose this critical moment.
Even though his vision was obscured by the chaotic energy, he could clearly sense the source of that heartbeat. Without hesitation, his deadly fingers thrust forward, piercing the core of the cocoon just moments before it erupted into an explosive wave of impenetrable darkness that engulfed everyone’s vision.
A tense, heavy silence fell over the battlefield, freezing humans and Voroe in place. Everyone stared intently into the swirling darkness, straining to see the outcome. Their suspense didn’t last long—the dark wave receded rapidly, revealing two figures locked in a deadly embrace.
The hearts of the Graecia forces sank in horror and despair. Karot stood triumphant, his sharp, bladed fingers embedded deeply into Vlad’s chest, exactly where his heart would be. A fatal wound—undeniably lethal even for beings of legendary might.