"Kill!"
"Forward!"
"With the Hero of Wrath!"
"Let's butcher them all!"
The battlefield trembled as the Legends of Graecia roared with everything they had—every breath in their lungs, every shred of strength in their souls. Fueled by fury and the unrelenting momentum of the Hero of Wrath, they swallowed their Legendary Berserker Potions and surged through the shattered wall and into the Void Heart Fortress.
Their battle cries echoed like thunder as they clashed with the defenders within. Streets of dark stone and twisted metal became rivers of fire and blood.
At the vanguard was Vlad.
His eyes were sharp, absolute. There was no fear. No hesitation. No mercy.
Everything in him screamed pure wrath.
The moment he entered the city, he saw them—hordes of Guardian Vorometallicae, followed by their overseers, the Sage-class defenders. These were no mere soldiers. These were mind-bound protectors of the Void Heart Fortress.
