Although Vlad was extremely tired, and this battle had truly pushed him to his limits, he knew there was no time to rest. Even with the Howling Chasm's suppressive effects hindering perception, such an explosive fight could have drawn someone's attention. He needed to move quickly.
With a firm grip, he yanked his sword from the chest of the dead Voroe Sage, wiping the blood off its blackened blade. Without hesitation, he stored the corpse in one of his space rings before unleashing a wave of fire that surged through the battlefield.
The flames roared as they consumed his spilled blood and any trace of his presence, ensuring no evidence remained. Vlad had no idea what kind of strange powers the Vorometallicae wielded, and he wasn't going to take any risks. If they could use his remains to track him, curse him, or employ some other insidious ability against him, he had to eliminate any chance of that happening.
