A cold and brutal light flared in the eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath as he watched his blade pierce through Orfry's skull, emerging cleanly from the back of the entity's head. It was a lethal strike—a blow that would have killed any human, demon, devil, or angel without exception.
And yet... instead of pain or panic, Orfry smiled.
A wide, unnatural grin spread across his face, teeth glinting like rows of daggers.
In the next instant, Orfry's massive fist slammed into Vlad's chest with bone-crushing force, launching him across the sky like a cannonball. Vlad crashed through clouds and air currents, blood spilling from his mouth as pain lanced through every nerve in his body.
His body trembled, battered by the sheer impact of the hit. But Vlad was not one to fall so easily. Within seconds, his massive Depravita Aura surged through his veins, healing tissue, sealing wounds, and forcing his frame back into fighting condition.
