A Paragon-tier bloodline was an extraordinary treasure—especially for the Six Sun Alliance. The True Depravita of Gluttony could use those bloodlines to forge the Unity Bloodlines, a fusion of the Holy Trinity of Abyss, Hell, and Heaven, creating a power far greater than the sum of its parts.

Vlad already possessed one.

By merging his Celestial Bloodline with that of the Devil Paragon Abaddon, he had created a foundation unlike any other. And now, as he gazed at the stream of Zamael’s bloodline floating before him, he could feel it—the hunger within his own.

A deep, primal desire.

"Unlike Baal’s Gravity Bloodline, which focused on collapse and destruction... Zamael’s specializes in gravitational waves and dimensional control," Vlad murmured. "It’s perfect for me."

His eyes glowed with greed and anticipation. If he fused this bloodline into his Unity Bloodline, his strength would rise to an entirely new level.

But the moment passed.

His expression hardened, solemnity replacing desire.

"Even if I grow stronger... it won’t be enough."

Lucifer had revealed himself.

And if one Archangel of that caliber had stepped forward, who knew how many more remained hidden in the shadows? If Heaven were crazy enough, they might have abandoned their defenses entirely—sending every Paragon they had into the Ninth Layer.

The more Vlad analyzed the situation, the clearer the truth became.

His personal growth would not be enough to change the outcome.

At best, he might reach a level where he could contend with Lucifer and Zamael simultaneously—but even that would only result in a stalemate at the Paragon tier. Meanwhile, the Legends would continue to suffer devastating losses against the endless Devil hordes and the ocean of twisted souls.

It was unsustainable.

Vlad felt his mind strain under the pressure, thoughts spiraling as he searched for a solution. Time was slipping away. If they failed to secure Hell, everything they had worked for—the transformation of this realm into a sanctuary—would collapse.

Years of effort...

Gone.

And worse—if they delayed too long, the Ancient Ones would break free from the constraints of the Universe Will, unleashing chaos upon all existence.

For a moment, it seemed his emotions might overwhelm him.

Then—

He took a breath.

Slow. Deep.

And he sat down.

Vlad closed his eyes, forcing his mind into stillness. He pushed aside every worry, every fear, every looming catastrophe. Instead, he turned inward—revisiting the countless battles he had fought throughout his life.

World-ending wars.

Cataclysmic clashes that shattered continents.

But none of those held the answer.

So he went further back.

Much further.

To one of his earliest battles.

A memory surfaced—of a mountain range collapsing, of entire hordes of demons buried beneath stone and earth.

And in that instant—

Enlightenment struck.

Vlad’s eyes snapped open, glowing with thrill and excitement. A radiant smile spread across his face.

Without hesitation, he released Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir.

The three True Depravitas appeared instantly, their presence filling the chamber. The moment they connected with Vlad’s thoughts, they understood.

And they nodded.

Each took a position around the chamber, forming a triangular formation. At the center floated the stream of Zamael’s bloodline, pulsing with immense power.

The process began.

The combined energy of the four True Depravitas surged into the bloodline, nurturing it, refining it—reshaping it into something greater.

But that was only the beginning.

Vlad raised his hand, and countless resources appeared: the corpses of Lords, rare treasures, and materials overflowing with vitality. All of it was fed into the bloodline, fueling its transformation.

The chamber trembled as power accumulated.

Something immense was being forged.

—

Meanwhile, in the Ninth Layer of Hell, the Archangels remained on constant alert.

More than two months had passed since the last incursion by the Six Sun Alliance.

And yet—

Nothing.

No attacks.

No movement.

No signs of activity.

Lucifer stood in silence, his gaze drifting toward Zamael.

The Archangel of Gravity had suffered a devastating injury. Having his heart nearly destroyed—and worse, losing a portion of his bloodline—had crippled him. It had taken immense resources and time to restore his combat strength.

That window...

Should have been the perfect opportunity for the Six Sun Alliance to strike.

But they hadn’t.

"Hmph. The coward must be too afraid to return," Beelzebub sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Lucifer glanced at him—but said nothing.

The hatred he felt toward Vlad was no less than Beelzebub’s. But unlike the Devil Paragon, he did not allow emotion to cloud his judgment.

Fear?

That was not something that could stop the True Depravita of Wrath.

"They are planning something..." Lucifer muttered.

And that uncertainty—

Was far more dangerous than any direct attack.

An unseen enemy. An unknown move.

Its pressure only grew with time.

Lucifer’s gaze hardened as he looked into the distance, ready to call for reinforcements if necessary. If the Six Sun Alliance had found a way to bring even greater power to bear, they needed to be prepared.

Then—

As the third month of silence approached—

He appeared.

The True Depravita of Wrath stepped through the breach between the Eighth and Ninth Layers.

There were four Eyes of Sin on his forehead, yet there was no one accompanying him. He was all alone

Confusion spread instantly among the Archangels and the Devil Paragon.

"Has he gone mad?" Zamael muttered, his eyes narrowing.

The Xaos King was powerful—undeniably so. But to face all of them alone?

That was suicide.

Even with his abilities, he would be overwhelmed within minutes.

And yet...

Vlad stood there, calm and unmoving.

"What is he trying to do?" Beelzebub could not hide the tension in his voice.

He did not have to wonder long.

The sky above them began to glow.

At first, it was faint.

Then—

Runic lines appeared.

They spread at an alarming speed, forming vast, intricate patterns that covered the firmament.

A chill ran through the hearts of the Paragons.

"What is this?! How did he alter the sky of the Ninth Layer!?" Beelzebub shouted.

Lucifer’s eyes widened.

"No... he didn’t alter the sky," he said, his voice turning sharp. "The runes... they were carved into the Eighth Layer’s landmass!"

Realization struck.

Horror followed.

Lucifer turned toward Zamael, his expression grim as the truth became clear.