Before Vlad could even comprehend the meaning behind those words, the nightmare universe around him began to tremble.
It wasn't the trembling of fear—it was the deep, resonant vibration of something ancient and vast shifting its weight, preparing to strike. Instead of retreating or resisting the pull of the ascended Depravita Moon, the entity surged forward with terrifying intent. The motion was like the fury of a flood breaking through a dam, an unstoppable wall of force determined to obliterate everything on the other side.
Inside the Depravita Moon, Vlad's consciousness quaked beneath the sudden assault. Pressure—so crushing it felt like the weight of an entire planet—pressed in on him from every direction. The Moon's devouring power was immense; it could consume all the negative psychic energy that formed this realm and convert it into growth, forging something far stronger from the darkness.
But that transformation needed to be controlled. Measured. Step by step.
