Vlad did not have the time—or the luxury—to worry about the fate of the Zanis Family. In truth, their destiny had already been sealed. Even if they somehow survived the chaos of the battlefield raging above, they would still be hunted down and executed in the days to come.
The White Death had declared their bloodline a traitor to the empire, and Alexandro was not a man known for empty promises. When he spoke of erasure, it was a sentence carried to the very last drop of blood.
Taking a long, steady breath, Vlad sharpened his gaze as he marched deeper into the pit. His psychic power unfurled like a storm, flooding every crevice of the abyss as he searched for the correct path forward. His control over cosmic power had grown tremendously in the past few years. In this current state, his psychic senses pierced beyond the quantum veil itself, peering into the fragile lattice of existence where most Lords saw only darkness.
