Pompeyo's eyes widened as he witnessed the death of the Devil Lord. Terror flashed through him as Vlad closed the distance like a crimson storm. The Patriarch of the Zanis Family had no strength left for a prolonged duel. He could barely endure the fire devouring him, much less withstand the wrath of the monster racing toward him.
"Get away from me!" Pompeyo roared.
A massive golden blade materialized in his hands, sweeping out in a vast arc of radiant light aimed to cleave Vlad apart.
"Hmph." The True Depravita of Wrath sneered.
He swung Freya's rusted sword, and reality itself groaned. His strike tore through the fabric of space, effortlessly sundering the golden arc and slashing across Pompeyo's back. Blood erupted in a crimson geyser, the wound searing with malignant force.
