Doomsday World

Vlad frowned deeply, his thoughts racing like a storm as he processed Freya's revelation. It was a moment of weighty significance, one that demanded careful consideration. His mind worked at an astonishing speed, piecing together fragments of information and possibilities Then, as if struck by a bolt of divine insight, his expression shifted.

A flash of clarity lit up the Depravita of Wrath's features, and a broad smile broke across his face. Whatever realization had dawned upon him, it was so profound that it ignited a spark of unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

The sound of Vlad's laughter echoed across the mountaintop, resonating with excitement and awe. Yet, despite the joy in his voice, his focus remained sharp. With an energy that seemed to radiate from his very being, he placed a firm hand on Freya's shoulder and nodded, his smile brimming with confidence. "I understand now. Everything is alright."