Vlad felt his mind teetering on the edge of collapse, strained under the immense pressure of the ongoing fusion of souls. The overwhelming force that came with harmonizing such powerful essences would have broken the soul of an ordinary Legend, but his enhanced talent and pure soul force allowed him to endure.
Thanks to the grueling months of cultivation and the sacred treasures that had nurtured his energy pool and fortified his spirit, he could handle the stress with greater ease than when he faced the Superior Angel.
Taking a long, steady breath, his wounds began to close. Flesh mended. Bones realigned. The tears in his muscles and skin vanished, knitted together by the vast reservoir of energy within him. His healing wasn't natural—it was fueled by his Depravita Star and amazing psychic power.
With his sword clenched tight, lightning storming through its core, Vlad surged forward once more, a streak of fury and will cutting through the sky.
