Vlad had intended to continue analyzing his condition, diving deeper into the boundless mysteries of his new form, but the presence outside his chamber drew his attention.
He could feel the auras of the three Sky Seed Depravitas—Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir—lingering beyond the door, waiting patiently. Along with them, they carried something powerful and radiant: a cocoon of pure lightning energy, pulsing with the unmistakable signature of life.
They had been standing guard. Waiting. Protecting. Anticipating his awakening.
"Come."
The single word reverberated across space itself, carried not by breath but by psychic transmission. It reached the trio instantly, and without hesitation, they entered the chamber.
