Before Hazon or Barkial could comprehend what was happening, the True Depravita of Greed and True Depravita of Envy transformed into beams of psychic force and flashed into the empty sockets of Vlad’s forehead. Their fusion ignited the aura of the True Depravita of Wrath to a terrifying degree in less than a fraction of a second. The Eye of Greed and the Eye of Envy manifested alongside the Eye of Gluttony, glowing with ruinous brilliance, as the body of Vlad began to evolve, growing larger, stronger, more durable, and capable of wielding energy on a whole new level. The chamber trembled as Vlad’s essence erupted, a storm of cosmic lightning and infernal wrath surging through his body. In a heartbeat, his figure blurred and appeared before the massive bulk of Hazon. With a single motion, he swung his sword, unleashing all his power. A blast of cosmic death lightning engulfed Hazon, tearing through his defenses and hurling his gargantuan body across the chamber, as he puked mouthfuls of blood. He smashed into the ceiling with earth-shattering force, stone and fire raining down in his wake. Barkial roared in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. But despite his horror, he reacted with monstrous speed. His colossal machete swept through the air in a devastating arc, carrying the full strength of his titanic body. The blade was so immense that, had it landed on a mortal world, it would have split mountains and carved a canyon across continents. Vlad’s eyes narrowed. Muscles coiled like thunder, he swung his sword upward with his full might. The clash detonated like a collapsing star. Shockwaves tore through the chamber, fire and lightning exploding in every direction. To Barkial’s astonishment, his blade stopped dead. It did not even press forward a step. Even wounded, his strength rivaled the greatest beings of Hell—yet Vlad’s blade had matched and held him. Barkial’s mind reeled, but he had no time to process his disbelief. From below, Overlord, Freya, and the seven Nightmare Eye Devils appeared, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Their weapons rose as one, their energy fusing into a single cataclysmic beam. In an instant, the strike hammered into Barkial’s chest, detonating with enough power to rattle his mountainous frame. The Devil Lord was hurled backward, crashing and rolling across the stone floor. Vlad gave a curt nod to Freya and Overlord before turning back toward Hazon. The Devil Lord was already rising from the crater in the ceiling. His body was mangled, his wounds deep, but his rage burned hotter than ever. Infernal flames erupted across his vast frame, covering his arms and chest. His killing intent filled the chamber like a tidal wave. Hazon roared and charged, claws blazing with apocalyptic fire. Vlad inhaled deeply, his heartbeat accelerating into a furious rhythm. The Will of Wrath surged through him, triggering a flow of wrathful energy that made his body quake. His sword met the flaming claws, and the chamber was instantly swallowed in fire and cosmic death-lightning. Hazon’s scream of agony pierced the inferno. Flames obscured the battlefield, but the sound made it clear who had triumphed. The Devil Lord’s massive body rolled across the ground, blood spraying in every direction like rivers of molten iron. Even so, Hazon’s resilience was terrifying. He forced himself upright almost immediately, his body a ruin yet still burning with vitality. His eyes locked onto Vlad, blazing with hatred. "You bastard!" he snarled, his voice breaking into a roar. His flames surged higher as he prepared to strike again. But before he could close the distance, Vlad’s five eyes blazed with power. Beams of destructive energy, each carrying a unique power, lanced forth. They struck Hazon’s face with unerring accuracy. The Devil Lord’s scream was deafening. The beams tore away his features, blinding him, leaving him a maimed giant stumbling in fury and pain. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 His agony was short-lived. The next moment, a colossal sword of lightning and death plunged down through the top of his skull. The blade pierced bone and brain, drilling straight into the core of his Soul Dimension. Hazon had no chance to resist. Vlad’s power surged into him, the Eye of Gluttony glowing with voracious light. Waves of soul force and psychic energy poured into the Red Sun of Wrath, elevating it to greater heights. Memories, knowledge, secrets—all were ripped from Hazon’s mind and consumed. A smile spread across Vlad’s face as fragments aligned within him. The location of the Zanis-Hell Portal grew clearer with each passing moment. Hazon, the mighty Devil Lord, roared one final time before his essence collapsed into nothingness. His soul was devoured, his legacy erased. Across the battlefield, Barkial was locked in combat with Freya, Overlord, and the seven Nightmare Eye Devils. Despite his grievous wounds, his power dwarfed theirs. Each swing of his machete carved the chamber, each roar sent shockwaves through their bodies. Yet together they delayed him, buying the time Vlad needed to finish Hazon. When Barkial saw Hazon’s soul devoured, dread filled his heart. Although he did not like to admit it, Hazon was stronger than him, so what chance did he have? Barkial roared with desperation. He slammed his machete into the ground, unleashing a shockwave that blasted Freya, Overlord, and the Nightmare Eyes away. The chamber shook as they tumbled back, the Devil Lord forcing open a fleeting chance to flee. He cast one final, hateful glance at the True Depravias as he knew escape was his only option. He turned to run. But he never took a step. A colossal cosmic sword materialized behind him, piercing the back of his skull and emerging from the front, through his nose. His eyes widened, twitching as darkness devoured his vision. "You should be careful with your negative emotions," Vlad’s voice echoed coldly, his tone like a death knell. "They are gateways to true monsters." Those were the last words Barkial heard. His soul was ripped apart, shredded into fragments, and devoured by the Eye of Gluttony.