บท 162: Moros

Levi turned his head, sure there was someone behind him this darkness was worshipping because it couldn't be him. He was on his feet now with the pain gone and the feeling of standing on a thin thread having disappeared.

There was no one behind him.

"You're talking to me?" He pointed at himself despite nobody else there he was still unsure.

It was peculiar, why would darkness itself worship him. Sure he was a son of a god but there were plenty of that in Ancieru to go around so why would it choose him.

"Yes sire, I am at your command." The darkness proclaimed proudly, it had no mouth but its words were as clear as day.

"Huh? What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Anything you need, I'm at your command sire."

"Do you know who I am?" He was still very skeptical, he'd just gone through hell here, if this wasn't a hallucination he'd eat his hat.

"I wouldn't dare speak your name sire."