Seeing the boy, a faint but genuine smile touched Drake's lips, a rare surge of pride flickering deep beneath his cold exterior.
Though he had not forged this being through his own complete power, he knew it was only the long, tedious beginning of something that would one day be entirely his.
The two began to walk through the endless darkness, their footsteps the only sound in the vast, swallowing void.
Drake spoke first, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of absolute authority.
"Boy... this will one day become the Verse of Tyranny," he said. "A place where, power is taken by one's own hand.
Where those who cannot seize, it is destined to live as pitiful mortals — stepped on, used, and discarded by those stronger than them.
But those who can claim power… they will live lives greater than any emperor, ruling without limit or mercy."
The boy walked quietly at his side, listening with focus.
He gave a single, firm nod without uttering a word.
