Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1087: End of Dream of Madness

The moment the True Depravita of Wrath appeared, his aura exploded outward, flooding the entire dimension.

Starlight surged like a tidal wave, crashing against the oppressive sea of madness and despair emanating from Dream of Madness. The two forces collided, grinding against one another, and for the first time since the battle had begun, the alien aura was pushed back.

Shock and awe filled the eyes of the White Death and the Sovereigns as they turned toward the True Depravita of Wrath.

Vlad’s body was battered and torn. His soul bore deep scars, and his remaining energy reserves were frighteningly low. Yet despite that, the presence he radiated was overwhelming—vast, pure, and absolute. His aura rose higher and higher, no longer merely matching Dream of Madness.

It was surpassing it.

"What... is that power?" the White Death muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief.

The starlight flowing across Vlad’s body was beyond majestic. It was calm yet merciless, radiant yet terrifying.

The White Death had faced countless cosmic powers during countless battles, and none of them could overcome the power of Entropy, not even the might of the Alien Lord.

Yet, for some reason, the White Death felt that maybe even Entropy could not extinguish it.

Not everyone shared that sense of wonder.

"—ARGHHHHHHH!"

Dream of Madness unleashed a roar filled with fury and hatred, its scream shaking the void itself. The Alien Empyrean could not comprehend what it was witnessing.

It had burned its very essence to imprison Vlad within a Domain of Madness—a realm no Paragon, no matter how powerful, should ever escape. Not even the strongest among them. And yet...

Its eyes did not lie.

Vlad had broken free.

Worse still, he now wielded a power that filled every fiber of the Empyrean’s being with dread.

Nothing made sense anymore.

After enduring eons of confinement and torment—suffering so profound that even an embodiment of madness had lost fragments of its sanity—this ant, this insignificant existence meant to be crushed, now stood before it stronger than ever.

"—ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Dream of Madness roared again, releasing its power without restraint. A catastrophic shockwave erupted outward, sending the White Death and the Sovereigns flying across the void like broken dolls.

Vlad alone remained unmoved.

He hovered calmly, gazing down at Dream of Madness. His eyes burned with enlightenment as his body and soul underwent continuous actualization. Every second refined him further, stripping away imperfection, pushing him closer and closer to the core essence of the True Depravita Path.

The back of Dream of Madness bulged grotesquely.

In the next instant, thousands upon thousands of tentacles burst forth, writhing and screaming as they launched themselves toward Vlad.

He glanced at them once.

Said nothing.

A second sword appeared in his left hand.

In his right, the Quietus Sword shimmered with destructive authority. In his left, Excalibur radiated divine brilliance. Both weapons flared as starlight coursed along their edges.

Vlad vanished.

He reappeared within the storm of tentacles, his body transforming into a spinning vortex of blades. His swords moved so fast they were almost invisible, their edges so sharp that even a grazing touch severed flesh.

Tentacles were shredded by the thousands.

Blood sprayed across the void.

Severed limbs exploded outward as the Sovereigns watched in stunned silence.

The True Depravita of Wrath carved a crimson path through the emptiness, advancing relentlessly until he stood directly before Dream of Madness itself.

Then he struck.

Both swords swung simultaneously.

A massive arc of condensed starlight erupted point-blank into the body of the Empyrean. Flesh ruptured. Organs shattered. The gargantuan abomination was hurled backward, tumbling helplessly through the void.

"—ARGHHH!"

Dream of Madness roared in agony as its massive form crashed through space.

Vlad did not stop.

He flashed forward again, appearing above the Empyrean and striking downward. A colossal gash opened across its body, sending it crashing downward once more.

Again.

And again.

From one direction to another, Dream of Madness was battered relentlessly, unable to stabilize itself as Vlad’s strikes rained down like divine judgment.

For a fleeting moment, hope flickered in the hearts of the Sovereigns.

Then the nightmare adapted.

The central eye of Dream of Madness flooded with darkness. Its entire body liquefied into black tar, slipping through space itself. Vlad’s next strike passed through empty void as the Empyrean reappeared instantly at his side.

Its claws rose.

Then slammed into Vlad with all its strength.

The impact sent the True Depravita of Wrath crashing into the ceiling of the dimension, shattering layers of reality as he rebounded violently.

Yet even as blood spilled from his mouth, Vlad regained his stance mid-air.

His eyes glowed with unshakable resolve.

The Quietus Sword and Excalibur vanished.

In their place, a golden portal opened beside him.

From it emerged a spear.

"Longinus."

The single word carried absolute authority.

Every remaining fragment of Vlad’s power surged into the weapon. Starlight ignited along its length as the spear resonated with purpose.

Vlad launched forward.

He became a shooting star.

"—ARGHHHH!"

Dream of Madness roared as it gathered all its remaining energy into its right claw and struck forward. It had faced that spear before.

And it would overcome it again.

Just as the claw was about to collide—

"Grave of Infinity!"

The White Death’s eyes bled as he invoked the technique. His soul trembled violently under the backlash, but he did not hesitate.

Reality folded.

The claw of Dream of Madness froze—then exploded into a fountain of blood.

Shock flooded the Empyrean’s eye.

Before it could react, Vlad burst through the crimson spray.

Longinus pierced forward.

The spear drove straight into Dream of Madness’s head, punching through its skull, tearing through its brain, and erupting out the back in a blast of starlight.

Silence fell.

As the strike concluded, the enlightenment in Vlad’s eyes faded. The starlight surrounding him dispersed, and his body went limp as unconsciousness claimed him.

Dream of Madness twitched.

Once.

Twice.

Then the light in its eye went out.

That final strike had not merely destroyed its brain.

It had shattered the soul of the Empyrean itself.