Vogue's figure appeared at the exit of the stairway in a brilliant flash of silver lightning, emerging from the Jadepier Pavilion like a meteor tearing through the night sky. His Thunderstorm Wings beat powerfully behind him, creating crackling arcs of electricity that illuminated the massive underground hall.
He shot straight across the enormous chamber at incredible speed, his body leaving afterimages in the air as he covered the distance toward the main entrance in mere seconds.
Just as Vogue reached the center of the hall and approached the black altar table where the mysterious portrait had been enshrined, his enhanced spiritual sense detected something that made alarm bells ring in his mind.
Behind him, he felt a massive surge of spiritual energy—not from the direction of the pavilion where the battle was raging, but from somewhere much closer. Someone had positioned themselves to intercept him.
