บท 79: Return III

Asher stepped out of the collapsing altars, the Grimoire of Creation in his hand, and his soul alight with the power of Primordial Creation. The air shimmered around him, heavy with a presence that felt both ancient and intimate, as if it had been waiting for this very moment.

A voice, deep and resonant, echoed within the inheritance space.

"You… You have come at last."

Startled, Asher turned his gaze to the center of the collapsing realm, where the crimson liquid began to converge into a humanoid form. The figure took shape slowly, revealing a tall man with pale skin, jet-black hair streaked with silver, and crimson eyes that burned with an otherworldly glow. He wore regal attire, a mixture of dark armor and flowing crimson robes, and atop his head sat a crown made of blood-red energy that pulsed with vitality.