The air turned heavy with the presence of powerful darkness. The clear sky and white clouds floating over the open throne hall visibly seemed to lose their brightness, consumed by the darkness seeping into the air.
The deities were used to seeing it, but even so, it couldn't stop them from feeling the pressure of this immense power.
The ones from the mortal realm—the four prisoners—were experiencing this for the first time and found it overwhelming, making them wonder just what the extent of this person's power might be. It was simply unbelievable.
Absolute darkness.
The most powerful of any power existing in the world—its presence was truly dominating.
Was Mother talking about the Devil, when she said everything will be fine when he arrives? Seren couldn't help but wonder as she looked at her unconscious mother, then turned to Drayce, who was kneeling next to her. "The essence of power is exactly like yours."
Drayce offered a light. "That's Him."
