Third Person’s POV
Dazon did not answer imdiately to his father’s confusion.
Instead, he leaned slightly forward and silently mouthed a few words, and the mont those words were conveyed through their strange connection, the dark emperor’s composure shattered.
"What did you say?" the skull roared, its voice suddenly sharp with disbelief.
"How is that even possible?!"
The green flas inside its eye sockets flared violently as shock and greed surged through the ancient, monstrous being.
"Wasn’t it supposed to exist only in legends? How could sothing like that truly exist in this world?"
The Dark Emperor, who was still manifesting through the eerie black skull, asked in a shaken and almost disbelieving voice.
And by the ti the last word left him, it no longer sounded like a question directed at his son.
Instead, it beca a low, disturbed murmur spoken to himself, as though he were trying to convince his own mind that what he had just heard was impossible.
His hollow eye sockets glowed faintly as he slowly lifted his gaze toward Dazon.
"Are you mistaken, son?" he asked again, this ti more carefully.
"Are you truly certain about what you are claiming? Do you have any idea what you are saying?
Sothing of that level... sothing of that nature... should not be able to exist in this world at all."
The doubt in his words was unmistakable, as for all his intelligence and experience, he could not simply accept such a statent without proof.
He had ruled for too long, seen too much, and crushed too many false hopes to be swayed by re words, especially when those words ca from the mouth of his youngest and most disregarded son.
But Dazon had expected this response, and a faint, controlled smile appeared on his face as he replied calmly, his voice unusually steady.
"I am certain, Father. There is no mistake.
And if you still doubt ... then you should witness it yourself."
As he spoke, he brought his thumb and index finger together, forming a small, mysterious seal, and gently touched the center of his forehead.
At once, a deep, viscous darkness burst forth from that point.
It flowed like a living shadow as it spread outwards, forming a dark sphere around them.
In the next mont, tendrils of darkness originated from it and wrapped around the floating dark skull.
Seeing this phenonon, the Dark Emperor’s apparition trembled slightly in surprise as he had never imagined that Dazon, whom he had always regarded as soone weak and unremarkable, could perform such a refined and difficult spell.
This spell was none other than The Dark Recollection.
It was a rare and demanding dark spell that allowed the caster to perfectly record what they had seen with their own eyes and replay it with astonishing accuracy, but it was not so easy to master even for mages of high level talent and aptitude.
Only those possessing a combination of abilities like very fine control over dark mana, high aptitude in darkness, and a calm mind could master it.
And since it was not a combat type dark spell, many young people didn’t even try to master it.
Especially when dark elental forces were involved in the scene upon which the spell was used, the spell could even reproduce the sa intensity of mana, the sa atmospheric distortions, and the sa oppressive feeling that had existed during the original event.
The darkness around the skull began to shift and thin, like ink dissolving in water.
Slowly, the vague shadows turned into shapes, and the outlines of people and structures ford inside it.
Finally, the entire square appeared.
If any of the new joiners could see this scene, they would instantly recognize it as the events that had happened in the square about half an hour ago.
The scene played out exactly as the dark prince, Dazon, had witnessed it, with every movent, every clash, and every subtle fluctuation of energy carefully reconstructed in haunting monochro detail.
Although it lacked the vibrant colors of reality, the scene carried an eerie and unsettling clarity, as though it had been carved directly from the fabric of the real world itself.
The Dark Emperor watched in complete and absolute silence as the sequence of events replayed before him in full.
Then, Ethan’s dark eruption finally occurred, swallowing everything within the square in an instant.
The mont that overwhelming surge of darkness flooded the recreated space, the black skull visibly trembled and quivered.
Even though it was only a mory spell, the Dark Emperor could still feel the pure, terrifying, and crushing depth and quality carried by the darkness erupting from Ethan’s body.
Witnessing such a wondrous and horrifying display of power, his rigid composure finally shattered.
"There is no mistake... none at all!!!" he roared in uncontrollable excitent.
"That boy possesses the legendary Overlord Origin of Darkness!"
"Hehehe... hahaha... HAHAHAHAHA!"
The black skull shook violently as raw, unrestrained laughter poured endlessly from its mouth.
In that mont, the Dark Emperor forgot his dignity, his authority, and even the presence of his own son, as all that remained in his mind was the intoxicating vision of limitless power that would soon be within his grasp.
For a being as cold, calculating, and ruthlessly intelligent as the Dark Emperor to react this way revealed just how truly colossal and unprecedented this discovery was for him.
He continued laughing madly until, at last, he slowly cald down with a grim and dangerous expression replacing his earlier mania as he whispered to himself in a voice only he could hear,
"With that... with that power, I will finally beco a true god and claim my own fabled Overlord Origin."
As he said this, he had already started to imagine the mont he would break free from the chains of the Heaven Connection Realm, the so-called realm of forbidden existences that had restrained him for so long.
He would step into true godhood and stand above all other existences as an eternal ruler, holding boundless power and supre dominion in the palm of his hand.
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