Chapter 699: Commander of the Korokor Stronghold
Vlad had intended to continue analyzing his condition, diving deeper into the boundless mysteries of his new form, but the presence outside his chamber drew his attention.
He could feel the auras of the three Sky Seed Depravitas—Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir—lingering beyond the door, waiting patiently. Along with them, they carried something powerful and radiant: a cocoon of pure lightning energy, pulsing with the unmistakable signature of life.
They had been standing guard. Waiting. Protecting. Anticipating his awakening.
"Come."
The single word reverberated across space itself, carried not by breath but by psychic transmission. It reached the trio instantly, and without hesitation, they entered the chamber.
Jormungandr stepped through first, the small yellow cat calm and composed. Behind him followed Ouroboros, electric arcs dancing across his fur-lined armor, and Fafnir, his burning crimson eyes gleaming with pride. The three Sky Seed Depravitas had grown much more powerful, and there were signs that their evolution would soon arise.
Wide grins spread across their faces as they laid eyes on Vlad—not recovering, not weakened, but at his apex. Even resting, the air around him was dense with power, like a gravitational field that pulled everything inward.
Awe took root in their expressions. And behind that, longing.
They now understood what it meant to be a True Depravita—what Vlad had become. The resilience, the transformation, the sheer presence. It was impossible not to desire it.
There were dozens of questions swimming in their minds, but the time for discussion would come later. For now, they had a task.
Jormungandr was the first to act. He carefully placed the glowing cocoon at the center of the room, lowering it to the floor with reverent care.