Vlad's body moved flawlessly through the sky, gliding in absolute silence as he crossed the frozen upper reaches of Exilon. He wasn't worried about detection. Thanks to his mastery over the Law of Space, he was currently flying between layers of reality—phasing through dimensions where only the most transcendent beings could even begin to perceive his presence.
From his perspective, the world had turned black and white, its forms distorted like shadows on water. In this hidden realm, only those with extreme perception and consciousness elevated to divine tiers could hope to notice his existence. For all intents and purposes, the True Depravita of Wrath was invisible.
His sharp golden eyes remained locked on his destination: a towering mountain range known as Aurora.
