Vlad tightened the grip on his sword, the flames of death roaring brighter and brighter until his entire body ignited in a storm of annihilation. He became a cosmic tempest in humanoid form, his wrath and strength burning ever higher, his aura searing the very air around him.
Beside him, Overlord dismissed Durendal, replacing it with Gram, the flame-forged sword that burned with the heat of a collapsing star. The A.I. Chip Clone's eyes glowed with cold, mechanical brilliance. Every enemy before him was nothing but data to erase—variables to eliminate so he could achieve the objective.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The True Depravita of Wrath roared. Wrathful energy surged like molten rivers through his veins and heart as he lunged forward, Overlord flashing beside him like a golden phantom.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!"
