There was shock and confusion in the eyes of the entire army as they witnessed the God bowing deeply and addressing Vlad as "Master." The murmurs among the soldiers grew louder, disbelief rippling through the ranks like a wave. A being that had seemed invincible on the battlefield, capable of obliterating a Leviathan Lord with unparalleled grace and power, now displayed such humility before their commander. It was a sight that shattered preconceived notions of divinity and authority, leaving the soldiers grappling with their perceptions of strength and loyalty.
On the other hand, Vlad's expression remained cold and analytical. His sharp gaze cut through the moment like a blade, his thoughts concealed. The Depravita of Wrath studied the God before him, his mind racing through calculations and questions. Finally, he raised a hand, signaling the being to rise. The God obeyed immediately, his movements fluid and precise, though the reverence in his demeanor did not waver.
