Vlad's eyes were cold as he watched the massive body of the Devil Lord collapse, its soul draining away until nothing remained. The titan's life was extinguished, and silence filled the chamber.
A complicated feeling stirred within him. He had just slain two Lords—beings regarded as the superpowers of the universe—yet the sense of triumph did not bring him comfort. Instead, it deepened the chasm within. If even after consuming their power, he still felt dwarfed before the figure of Metatron.
"How vast must the true peak of creation be?" Those words echoed in Vlad's mind. It was as though every step higher up the food chain only revealed how far away the summit truly was.
