Third Person’s POV
He could already see himself as the legendary World King, a sovereign whose will would shape and bend the reality of the world he ruled over.
With a single snap of his fingers, he would be able to decide the fate of any being in this world.
He could kill anyone he didn’t like, wage any wars he wanted, and make his rivals and enemies dance in the palm of his hand.
He could take any beautiful woman he desired into his harem and indulge in every forbidden desire he had without restraint, law, or consequence.
He would possess absolute and unchallenged freedom in every sense of the word.
In that mont, he was so deeply lost was he in this intoxicating fantasy that he completely ignored his son, Dazon.
In his mind, Dazon was still the sa obedient and dependent child who worshipped him blindly, and he believed that Dazon was smiling only because he was pleased by his father’s happiness and future glory.
Outwardly, Dazon’s expression was indeed that of a devoted son who was seemingly pleased by his father’s happiness due to the surprise he had given him.
Yet deep within the darkest corners of his eyes, a faint and silent sneer glimred.
It was one filled with hidden ambition, cold calculation, and sothing far more dangerous, unseen even by the Dark Emperor himself.
It was only after a long while that the Dark Emperor finally began to calm down.
The manic excitent that had overtaken him slowly receded, and the green flas in the eye sockets of the skull dimd into a steadier and dimr colder glow.
He turned toward his son, and although he was present only as a floating skull ford of shadow and hellish fire, he sohow still seed to smile.
"Alright, son," he said slowly, his voice echoing with layered resonance,
"In the evening, once you are away from these chaotic and troubleso events, contact again."
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, as if piercing through space and distance.
"For now, it will not be long before that vampire woman senses my presence here, and she is not soone to be careless around, so I must leave for the mont.
But do not worry..."
A strange, dangerous warmth entered his voice as he continued,
"I will arrive here very soon."
As he finished speaking, the green flas burning inside the dark skull’s hollow eye sockets suddenly flared brightly and filled the surrounding shadows with a sickly erald light.
The dark skull vibrated once for a second and then collapsed inward as if crushed by invisible hands.
It dissolved into a pool of writhing dark shadows that poured back into the black do surrounding the dark prince.
In the next instant, the do itself began to unravel and broke apart into countless flowing strands of shadow that stread back into Dazon’s wrist.
They rged and reshaped themselves until the sinister snake skull tattoo reford once more and lted quietly against his skin as if it had never moved at all.
Dazon slowly raised his head and returned to his previous posture, his expression once again cold and composed as he hid every trace of what had just transpired, though the scene of his father’s calm words rang inside his head again and again.
Falco and the girl beside him seed to feel the shift in his presence and suddenly exchanged uneasy glances as they felt that sothing was wrong and sothing big was about to happen.
Only a couple of seconds had passed in the real world, yet whatever secret and terrifying interaction Dazon had just carried out was already over.
They looked toward him and hoped for so kind of explanation, but his face was completely impassive and offered them nothing.
It felt as if he had not done anything at all, but what they could not know was that everything, from the mont Dazon sliced his palm and fed his dark blood to the snake skull tattoo, had taken place within the Shadow Realm.
And the shadow realm was a parallel plane that overlapped with the material world, much like how the astral realm, which was the domain of souls, overlapped with the material world.
It was a place where ti flowed differently compared to the material world, where shadows possessed their own substance, and where countless strange and ancient beings lingered beyond mortal perception.
To enter that realm was already difficult for even a user of darkness, but to remain there and conduct a long, secret conversation without being noticed by the mysterious beings of the shadow realm was nearly impossible for anyone but a being of extraordinary power.
That it had been done so easily was only because of the terrifying legacy of darkness carried by Dazon’s imperial bloodline and the overwhelming strength of his father, the Dark Emperor.
That was why, while their long and detailed exchange had unfolded within the depths of the Shadow Realm, only a fleeting two seconds had actually passed in the material world.
And in that sa tiny window of ti, the Enforcent Elder Solomon was still striding toward Ethan, his steps heavy with authority and filled with killing intent while being fully intent on dragging him away to suffer the dreaded Punishnt of the Devouring Hellrats.
But it was at that very mont that Lady Raven’s patience finally snapped, and the cold in her crimson eyes deepened into sothing sharp and rciless.
She did not waste ti on words when she clearly sensed the enforcent elder’s nefarious intent disguised as righteous punishnt.
Without speaking a single syllable, she slowly lifted her slender, pale hand.
In the next instant, a blinding bolt of dense, blood-red lightning erupted from her palm, tearing through the air with a shrill scream as if the sky itself were being ripped apart.
Surprisingly, she needed not even a single second to cast this bolt spell by uttering any magical chants or gathering her mana for unleashing the violent power it carried.
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