Blake gnashed his teeth in agony as veins and sweat popped up all over his face. He felt like every bit of him was dumped into a pool of lava.
Due to Blake's cells having undergone the evolution of a Demigod, activating his dormant genes was like trying to bring it up from 0% to 100% and instantly rging it with the existing cells.
After what felt like forever, Blake finally felt his cells cooling down, and the energy being pumped into his body gradually reducing.
Cassius finally let go of his head and announced with a smile. "The cell activation was successful."
'Must everything have to be painful?!' Blake mind-cursed as he let out a tired sigh.
Right from his advancent process to training, from training to sparring with Xander and Slade, to assassinating Orion and Thalia, and now a mini-advancent process. Blake hadn't had any chance to rest at all!
Seeing that Blake was tired, Cassius gestured for him to take a seat on his throne. "Take a seat."
Following his instruction, Blake plunged straight into the Mana crystal throne. However, the mont he ca in contact with the throne, he felt a massive wave of mana surge through his below.
In less than a minute, half of Blake's mana and vitality were instantly replenished by the throne!
"This is… unbelievable!" Blake was starstruck.
"The throne aids in my recovery by constantly supplying with mana that heals my internal injuries."
Although the rate of mana being supplied by the throne could bring Blake back to his peak in no ti, it was nothing much to a Deity. That was to show the astronomical difference between both realms.
Afraid that staying too long would cause him to explode due to excess mana, the now energetic Blake quickly left the throne and asked. "Why is the strength of my Darkness elent weak? It feels as if it is at the champion realm."
"Activating your dormant genes is like giving a long-ti mobility-impaired person a new leg. It would still take them so ti and a lot of physiotherapy before they can work again." Cassius explained.
"Is that so…" Blake muttered as an aura of darkness began flickering all around him.
Rembering so of the spells Damon and Castiel usually cast, Blake shaped and compressed the darkness aura into 8 sharp tendrils.
'I no longer have the system to explain and teach the powers of the darkness elent, but my dad is the Deity of Darkness… Hahahahaha!' Blake scread in his mind as he was so proud of his dad.
Seeing his dad just staring at him, Blake had a feeling that he could sohow read his mind so he quickly reined his thoughts and asked. "What next?"
So far, he had been told of the past and the plans of the forr All-Father, but he still had no idea of what the future plans were.
"Let's go check out the progress of our plans." Cassius appeared beside Blake and held him on his shoulder before the 3 of them warped out of the mountain.
Once again, Blake found himself high up in the sky, but this ti he was looking over a large city that seamlessly married human artistry with the lush splendour of its tropical island surroundings. Majestic palm trees and vibrant flora adorned the city's streets, while a network of intricate waterways andered through its districts, interconnecting the city with the ocean in a harmonious dance of nature and civilization.
"Are we at Aquastrum?!" Blake was shocked and at the sa ti uncomfortable being within Tigeria's capital city's airspace.
"Let's go check on the emperor." Cassius pointed at the Emperor's palace, The Palace of Tides.
Towering above the city was the Palace of the Tides. It served as the empire's epicentre of authority. A fusion of architectural magnificence and magical prowess, its walls shimred with sapphire hues, and its spires seed to graze the very heavens.
Within its hallowed chambers, the ruling council, composed of 10 of the empire's strongest, which included the Emperor, Tidewalker IV.
Unlike the Synder empire which ran a monarchy, the Tigeria empire was ruled by the 10 strongest individuals which were kept under the careful watch of Cassius and Dorian.
This thod of rule not only erased the concept of nobility but it gave the common man the hope that all they needed was to get stronger, and all their problems would be erased.
On getting closer to the Palace of Tides, the trio were warped directly into the throne room where the Emperor was seated.
Emperor Tidewalker IV was of average height, with a robust build that spoke to his affinity for sailing and the physical demands of his role. His weathered face, tanned by the sun and sea spray, bore the marks of both wisdom and the challenges he's faced.
He wore a regal robe adorned with intricate sea-thed embroidery, which glistened with the colors of the ocean. His attire was a symbol of his bond with the sea and the depths of its power.
On seeing that the All-Father, the true ruler of the empire graced him with his presence, the Emperor imdiately bent a knee. "How may I be of assistance, my Lord?"
"I want to update my son on our plans." Cassius said.
"Welco to Tigeria, Master Blake." The Emperor respectfully said.
"Thank you." Blake appeared calm on the outside as he bowed but was having a full-blown monologue in his mind.
'He knows my na?'
'Maybe he was already inford of my presence. Or it could be he already knew about since everyone now knows I have the space elent.' Blake thought as the Emperor rose to his feet before activating a holographic projector.
"The goal is to unify the realm before looking for the key to leave this dinsion, but that can't be done with the likes of Valerius and Synder still alive." During the last part of the sentence, a deep frown ford on Cassius' face.
"You are planning on going to war?" Blake was shocked.
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