Chapter 123.1, The Mirage King (10)
I felt like I was reborn. The pain that was eating into my soul until just a while ago had disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of omnipotence, as if all of the night itself had become my ally.
Lord Horus’ technique was perfect. Apparently, the power I had accumulated during my elopement had long since reached the threshold needed for evolution. My body, freed from the shackles by the keyword, instantly evolved and swallowed Sable’s curse that was torturing me all this time.
And as long I’m not in pain, there’s nothing inhibiting my movements.
There was the King in front of me. Jet black hair reminiscent of the darkness. His sturdy body was wrapped in metal armor and he was holding a thick metal spear in his right arm.
The Mirage King.
Perhaps because he has inherited only a portion of his powers from before his resurrection, I can hardly feel his presence of death. Even so, from his scent I can tell that he’s my brethren.
But – in terms of the rank, I’m higher.
I have a lingering attachment to the sunlight. But it’s fine. I’m already fine. There’s no need to think about the future either. The die has already been cast.