Vlad hammered the fortress walls with everything he had.
The tables had turned. Now, it was not the Vorometallic forces hindering Graecia's advance—it was Graecia's army halting the momentum of the Void's defenders. The battlefield trembled as Spartacus, Maximo, and the other Legends shed blood, pouring every ounce of might into their one shared goal: giving Vlad the time he needed to bring the Void Heart Fortress down.
They held nothing back. They fought like men possessed. And yet, amid the chaos, one Legendary Vorometallic managed to slip through the barricade.
It was a towering, humanoid abomination made of blackened bones and mutated blood. His right arm bore a massive metallic claw, nearly twice the size of his natural limb, pulsating with corrupted energy. In a flash of dark light, he launched himself forward like a streak of night, aiming straight for Vlad's unguarded back.
"Schlrrrkk"
The sound of flesh tearing echoed across the battlefield. Every heart froze.
