Chapter 706: Karot’s corpse
Vlad’s eyes pierced beyond flesh and muscle—his gaze delved straight into the souls of the approaching Vorometallciae. What he saw confirmed his worst suspicions.
Their Soul Dimensions churned with unstable, raging energy—chaotic, unnatural, and violently unbalanced. These warriors hadn’t achieved their ranks through orthodox cultivation. No, they had been forcibly elevated through forbidden, soul-corrupting magic.
Even if they survived this battle, Vlad knew with certainty that none of these Sages of Garugna Voroes would live past two months. Their foundations were rotting, burning from within.
As cold and ruthless as it was, Vlad had to admit—whoever had orchestrated this surge of power had been decisive. Had he not prepared for such a scenario, this encounter could have spelled catastrophe for the Korokor Stronghold.
Despite holding the defensive advantage, their forces were significantly outnumbered. The Korokor army had less than 250 Sages and barely 3,500 Guardians. Compared to the over 10,000 enemies before them—including more than 1,200 artificially empowered Sages—the difference was staggering.
However, it wasn’t the main force that drew Vlad’s attention. His eyes sharpened as they lifted past the army’s ranks and focused on the two towering figures floating above them—two Legendary Vorometallciae.
He recognized one instantly: Asuru, the wingless draconic warrior of ice. The other, however, was something else entirely.
This second Legendary Vorometallciae was a vision of predatory horror—an embodiment of bloodlust, shadow, and primal wrath. He was massive and terrifying, his body wrapped in obsidian-black organic armor that shifted like living metal. Spiked ridges, jagged spines, and serrated claws adorned his entire form. Every part of him radiated restrained violence—lean but monstrous limbs built for butchery, crouched in a hunter’s stance.
His face was no less terrifying: a grotesque, twisted snarl frozen in a permanent growl. His jaw stretched unnaturally, revealing rows of gleaming, razor-sharp fangs. His eyes glowed a deep, unsettling crimson—not with fire, but with a raw, feral sentience that suggested the mind of a beast too intelligent to be tamed.