"Whooo—whooo—whooo!"
"Boom!"
A fierce gale howled before being violently pressed down against the ground, then dissipated. Not a trace of dark remained in the air. The room, which had felt eerily somber just moments ago, suddenly returned to its normal colors, its aged and worn state laid bare. The unstable walls trembled as countless cracks spread across them like spiderwebs.
Louis snapped his eyes open. His pitch-black pupils were still heavy with gloom, yet within them, for once, a rare glimmer of light appeared.
With the amount of dark he had obtained, his power was no longer defined like that of an ordinary Awakener. As long as he could gather more dark, then one day, he would return to his true identity as the Dark God!
Hearing the faint groans of the structure on the verge of collapse, Louis glanced down at Dyan lying unconscious on the floor. In the end, he still crooked his index finger.
Dyan's body immediately rose into the air, floating behind Louis.
