Chapter 1483 Crown [2]

Chapter 1483 Crown [2]

Conquest.

It was a theme quite prevalent in Gehenna right now.

Though, it was on a completely different scale depending on who was experiencing it.

For the younger generations other than Thalia, this theme was relatively muted. They were being given inheritances that would strengthen them, but none of them could notice the subtle nuances behind the specific inheritances they were granted.

For Thalia herself, it was something mystical, a sort of destiny that would be decided by her hands.

And for Damien...

For Damien, it was at a scale nobody here could replicate.

With the mist as his guide, Damien went on a journey to find the Crown that existed in this realm.

The mist wouldn't tell him anything about it, but from what he could gather, the crown would be just as important to him as the mist itself.

Which, when remembering that the mist was one of the six concepts of Existence, was truly telling.

The Crown was hidden deep within Gehenna, at a place none could reach.

The mist around there was so thick it was almost solid.

The Crown had existed in Gehenna for a very long time. In a certain sense, it was the source of Gehenna's mystical nature.

It had been unguarded and untouched, because Gehenna itself was only open to those who had already become ethereal beings.

However, when the Gehenna Tribe managed to form a connection to the realm, things changed.

The mist was here from the start.

The mist was an omnipresent entity that existed everywhere and in everything. It was one layer of the fabric of Existence, and it could observe all things.

It noticed the Crown's presence long ago and had been carefully watching over it, but when Gehenna became connected to the Real Plane, in the Sacred Abyss Universe, at that, the mist couldn't sit still.

It started to maintain a more physical presence in this realm that both inhibited people aiming for the crown and gave it the ability to communicate with living beings.

Its first goal had been accomplished thoroughly thus far, but it's second was only fulfilled when Damien appeared.

And, whether it was coincidence or destiny, Damien was the man who was fated to wear that crown.

The mist was able to alter reality itself to control those within the realm. Around where the crown was located, anyone who got close would be turned around, their souls completely forgetting the existence of such a location.

No matter what, the mist couldn't directly interfere with reality, so this was the extent of it, but it was surprising the number of people and spirits that had been brainwashed by this place.

When Damien arrived there, on the other hand, he was completely fine.

He was now the owner of that mist.

To Damien, it felt extremely familiar, yet extremely far away.

When he got within a few feet of it, he started to hear indistinct whispering. He couldn't make out any of the words. The language seemed unfamiliar as well.

There was one thing he caught, though.

The Crown of Realis.

In other words, the Emperor's Crown.

Its name resounded in his head, a grandiose imagery accompanying it.

But when he approached close enough to see it, it looked quite dull.

"It's...incomplete."

The Crown was covered in wear. It looked like it was made of wood, but when Damien picked it up, he could obviously feel that it was metal.

It didn't seem too ornate, but it also seemed like it was meant to be ornate at some point.

It looked like somebody had stopped halfway through its creation and left it to rot in a corner.

Yet, as the cool metal touched Damien's hands, he felt an immediate connection with it.

'This crown...is not as it seems.'

He raised it above his head slowly.

Imperceptibly, the surrounding statues turned their heads to watch him.

Damien slowly lowered the crown until he was wearing it, and as he let his energy calmly circulate through his body...

The crown came to life.

It aggressively sucked up energy of any kind, with a particular preference towards Void Energy.

Damien gritted his teeth as he coped with the sudden change.

He allowed the crown to do as it pleased, however, he also maintained control over his mana, disallowing it from going too crazy.

Energy boomed into the surroundings as the crown's consumption got higher.

The crown itself began to glow, the debris on its surface melting away to reveal its true luster.

Damien's eyes were wide open.

But they were not the color of amethyst purple that had come to be known and loved.

No, Damien's eyes were like galaxies, shining with the light of billions of suns.