The nine Legends instinctively tensed, their bodies alert and guarded, as they felt the overwhelming spatial control radiating from the black-haired youth before them. But that was only the beginning.
Vlad's body was now sheathed in a second skin of energy—an ethereal armor that made him appear fused with the very fabric of space itself. Every movement distorted reality, his presence bending dimensions like ripples in a pond.
If that weren't enough, a surging demonic aura coursed through his flesh and blood, amplifying his strength to terrifying levels. His form radiated a dangerous harmony of destruction and precision.
Vlad's cold gaze swept over the group of Legends. Then, in an instant, he vanished.
