Thanks to the advanced surveillance features that covered every inch of the Doomsday World, it did not take long for the group to locate the presence of the Voroe Lord.
The enemy made no effort to hide; his energy was like a beacon blazing across the sky. It was as though he was deliberately calling out to them, daring them to challenge his supremacy. To him, hunting intruders was beneath his dignity. Let them come to him. Let them die before his feet.
What appeared before the eyes of Vlad, Ouroboros, and Akai was a being of terrifying majesty—a towering, humanoid figure wrapped in thick, jagged plates of obsidian. His body was a fusion of blackened metal and molten vitality, a grotesque harmony of power and corruption. Beneath the armor, glowing red musculature pulsed like living magma, threads of crimson energy weaving through cracks in the dark shell. Even from a distance, the trio could feel the oppressive weight of his strength.
