Hundreds of parchments filled the laboratory, each inscribed with complex runic formations, some scattered on the ground as though they were nothing more than discarded notes. Yet, if even a single one were completed, it could make Sages or even Legends burn with desire. But Vlad was not interested in them—not anymore.
All his focus, all his power, all his mental prowess were now locked into a new project. One that could elevate his already overwhelming strength, even after his fusion with the other True Depravitas. In front of him floated a sea of runes, glowing with radiant intensity. They drifted together, slowly forming the outline of a humanoid suit of armor—not metal, but pure runic energy.
Vlad's eyes gleamed with wonder and determination as he stared at the partially completed set.
"Hyperion," he murmured aloud.
