"I see your conviction, Singularity, and I will use my power to send you to a Doomsday World. When the time is right, I will bring you back to Terra."
The voice of the Plane Will thundered across the skies, echoing with a power that shook the very air. It was a divine decree that would not be broken.
"Yes! Success!" Vlad shouted inwardly, his joy boundless. He had hoped for this outcome, yet a kernel of doubt had lingered in his heart. If the Plane Will had refused him, he would have been trapped in Terra for the next few years, forced to bide his time without any real progression.
As the realization of his good fortune dawned on him, the overwhelming euphoria coursing through his heart gradually subsided, and a thoughtful look crept onto his face. He lifted his gaze once more to the golden sky.