As the sun rose above the horizon, its brilliant rays cast a long shadow behind the Dark King.
His shadow stretched far across the ground, larger than himself, larger than what this world could contain.
For a fleeting moment, his shadow seemed to grow even bigger, as if it could not be bound by the limits of the universe.
In that single moment, when he declared that he would one day become an Emperor, his shadow felt limitless.
Strangely enough, even Rekan and the shadowkins felt a peculiar feeling stirring in their chests upon hearing the Dark King's proclamation.
It was so strange. There were many who claimed to one day be an Emperor Magus. But such statements almost always elicited a round of laughter and ridicule from the audience.
But the devils were grim and solemn when they listened to Adam.
They couldn't help but wonder…
Just where did a man born on the edge of the Outer Universe find the confidence to declare that he would one day become an Emperor?
