Vlad's eyes pierced beyond flesh and muscle—his gaze delved straight into the souls of the approaching Vorometallciae. What he saw confirmed his worst suspicions.
Their Soul Dimensions churned with unstable, raging energy—chaotic, unnatural, and violently unbalanced. These warriors hadn't achieved their ranks through orthodox cultivation. No, they had been forcibly elevated through forbidden, soul-corrupting magic.
Even if they survived this battle, Vlad knew with certainty that none of these Sages of Garugna Voroes would live past two months. Their foundations were rotting, burning from within.
As cold and ruthless as it was, Vlad had to admit—whoever had orchestrated this surge of power had been decisive. Had he not prepared for such a scenario, this encounter could have spelled catastrophe for the Korokor Stronghold.
