Chapter 711: Go big or go home
Vlad’s eyes immediately narrowed as he heard those words, but instead of asking for clarification in such an open setting, he simply gestured for Spartacus to follow him into his home.
The Space Master offered a small, knowing smile as he observed Vlad’s caution, and nodded respectfully. The duo took a single step forward, crossing dozens of kilometers in an instant, materializing inside Vlad’s residence without any delay.
"Please, Master Spartacus, elaborate on your words," Vlad said firmly, once he confirmed their privacy.
Only then did Spartacus continue, responding without hesitation, "The war is not going exactly well."
The opening line from Spartacus caused a deep frown to form on Vlad’s face. Yet the Depravita of Wrath remained silent, not jumping to conclusions, patiently listening to the man’s words, unwilling to interrupt.
"While on the frontline, Marshal Maximo and our greatest warriors are already striking the walls of the Void Heart Fortress," Spartacus explained grimly, "the situation on the other fronts is deteriorating rapidly. We have already lost four strongholds at the key choke points, allowing forces from the Vorometallic Legion to cut supply lines between the frontlines and the Golden Sky Fortress."
Vlad’s frown deepened, a meaningful glint appearing in his eyes as he realized just how dire the situation had become. No wonder Elder Damian had been unable to send reinforcements lately.
"If not for my evolution into a True Depravita," Vlad mused internally, "Korokor Stronghold might have suffered the same fate."
That thought crossed his mind alongside the knowledge he had gathered from Valeria, Scipius, and Cato’s investigations into the underworld. For a fleeting moment, Vlad considered sharing that information with Spartacus.