The name of the Voroe Half-Step Legend radiating the Law of Space was Shitaru, and his presence on the Korokor Mountain battlefield was no coincidence. Out of all the ongoing clashes between the Golden Sky Fortress and the Void Heart Stronghold, he had been assigned specifically here for one reason.
A predatory light burned in Shitaru's eyes as he faced the Depravita of Wrath. His entire aura radiated cold, unyielding purpose, as though he had been forged in a crucible of violence for this singular task.
Vlad, sensing the lethal intent rolling off his foe, let out a low exhale. "So they want me dead that badly," he murmured, a rueful smile curving his lips.
It was obvious that Shitaru's sole mission was to intercept his onslaught and end him. Yet that knowledge didn't rattle Vlad; if anything, it sharpened his focus. With a soft snort, he released the last lingering distractions from his mind, letting his wrathful energy flare around him.
