"That's because he's not preparing for anything."
The words sliced through the tension like a blade.
Every head in the room snapped toward the source.
There, seated on an obsidian throne that seemed to drink in the light, was a man who exuded an aura so vast, so unfathomable, that the very space around him felt heavier. His presence was absolute—like a force that had always existed, like something woven into the very fabric of the universe itself.
If Adam Dhark were here, he would recognize him instantly.
The Lord of Dominion.
The strongest being in existence.
His origin was a mystery, even to the most ancient of beings. Some whispered that he had simply always been. Others believed he came from beyond the known universe, from a place where even the laws of existence crumbled.
It was he who had built the Origin Academy. He who had stood at its peak since the very beginning. A being beyond comprehension, a ruler without equal.
He rarely made an appearance.
