The city screamed as the battle truly began.
The combined killing intent of the Devil Lords was no abstract pressure—it was a tangible force that crushed space-time itself. The ruined skyline bent inward as if bowing before their malice.
Broken towers tore free from their foundations, lifted by invisible forces, and were pulverized into dust before ever touching the combatants. The air curdled, thick with hatred, law-breaking power, and ancient malice refined across countless eras of slaughter.
Vlad and Overlord were keenly aware that the armies of the Six Sun Alliance were already on the move toward the city. However, even with all the destruction the god weapon left to the formation, it would still take several moments to breach the force field and enter the stronghold. Until then, the two True Depravitas would stand alone.
Luckily, there was a silver lining.
