What Vlad, Overlord, the White Death, and the others saw next forced them into stunned silence.
Before them stood giants—nine of them, to be exact.
These were not merely large beings, but entities so immense that each could rival the size of a Supreme World. Their forms were indistinct, as if cloaked in layers of shifting reality, but their presence was undeniable. Power radiated from them in overwhelming waves, pressing down on the group with such intensity that, for a brief moment, it froze the minds of Jormungandr, Ouroboros, Fafnir, and Altharion.
Only Vlad, Overlord, and the White Death managed to endure the pressure without faltering.
Even for them, however, the experience was far from easy. Their souls, refined and elevated beyond those of ordinary Lords, allowed them to remain conscious, but that did not diminish the awe that filled their hearts. They could feel it clearly—the aura emanating from each of those colossal beings belonged to the Empyrean Realm.
