Marshal Maximo's eyes widened as the visions unfolded before him. He saw the clash between Jormungandr and the monstrous horde led by Atila, abominations of flesh and nightmare crashing like tidal waves against the serpent's colossal form. He witnessed how Vlad had fused with the True Depravitas of Gluttony and Greed, hurling himself into a battle against Orfyr, their collision shaking the sky and reaching the threshold of Half-Step Lord Tier combat.
The memories unfolded in terrifying clarity—the vast mountain ranges torn asunder, detonations of High-Dimensional Atomic Weapons blooming across the sky like suns of destruction, their radiance momentarily blotting out the firmament. He saw how Orfyr had shed his form and transformed into a Nightmare Sky, an all-encompassing abomination of darkness. And he saw Vlad, forced into a desperate gambit, plunging his own body into that sky to destroy it from within.
