"I got you."
Those words struck deeper than any blow. Barbatos froze, his monstrous heart lurching in confusion. Before he could even process what had happened, agony ripped through his chest — a frozen blade pierced straight into his heart. His eyes widened in disbelief as a surge of divine cold spread through his veins, freezing the molten fire within.
He had never even seen the strike coming. The blade had emerged from behind the True Depravita of Wrath, phasing cleanly through Vlad's chest before impaling the Sacred King from within. Only then did Barbatos understand — Vlad had not made a mistake by blocking Overlord's line of sight. It had all been a trap.
The Depravita of Wrath had deliberately positioned himself between them, hiding Overlord's attack behind his own body. A deception. A perfect setup.
"Ragnarok."
