Vlad emerged from the crater slowly, his body strained, but his eyes sharp. He looked up just in time to see the Legendary Vorometallicae fleeing the battlefield with all his strength, wings trailing smoke, his figure a mangled silhouette of the predator he once was.
Vlad clenched his fist. He wanted to chase after Sebastian, to finish him and take out a powerful tool of the Void Heart Fortress, but he simply didn't have the strength.
Though he had succeeded in luring Sebastian into a trap—concealing his Sphere of Spatial Domain until the last possible second—the battle had drained him completely.
His Depravita Aura had nearly run dry, barely keeping his regeneration functional in those final moments. The last remnants of his energy had gone into cloaking his hands to land that brutal strike into Sebastian's back.
"Ahh… I suppose gravely wounding him is good enough," Vlad muttered, exhaling as he accepted the outcome.
