Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

Zatiel felt his heart racing as he stared at that red dot of fire, but it did not stand that size for long since the next second, he saw that massive heavenly body right in front of him.

It was full of red flames, and there was a power capable of creating more than just life. Every wisp had infinite potential and the ability to morph an entire Verse!

All sorts of emotions overwhelmed Zatiel's heart; the first was pure and absolute awe and wonder. Such majestic and otherworldly form left him breathless.

That red sun was the manifestation of The Creator, burning with a unique intensity, and seemed divine in every sense of the word.

Next came a powerful feeling of intimacy. It was like witnessing the inner workings of the force from which everything emerged. Zatiel felt as if that red sun knew him better than himself.

Along with that awe and intimacy, Zatiel's eyes began to burn with silver light and a powerful sense of curiosity. He wanted to know the Daybreak-Verse's purpose and why he was among everything else chosen as the core.

As if detecting the willpower of the Samsara Thearch, the red flames began to burn with an even greater might, one that could erase a Verse!

Zatiel trembled as he saw that power. He was sure that The Creator could figure out every thought on his mind, generating a powerful sense of vulnerability in his heart.

Luckily, the world in the form of a red sun soon calmed, and two new emotions emerged in Zatiel's heart.

First, it was gratitude.

The feeling of gratitude that rose in Zatiel's heart was a reflection of the red sun as if The Creator himself was expressing his appreciation for his existence.

And the last thing that arose in Zatiel's heart was connectedness. He was not a mere creation based on a whim but a majestic idea born out of tremendous hard work and one with incredible value.

Zatiel's soul trembled with a sense of purpose and belonging, as for the first time in his life, he felt part of something much bigger than himself.

Unfortunately for Zatiel, the flaming manifestation of The Creator vanished the next second as a figure flashed toward him from the other side of the Oblivion Gate.

Zatiel's mind could move faster than time itself, but the figure still managed to appear in front of him before he could even react.

A hand covered in golden cosmic energy touched Zatiel's chest. There was no physical power in that palm, but the Samsara Thearch's eyes widened as he felt a weight that defied logic clashing against him.

"¡AHHH!"

Zatiel unleashed a small scream and puked a mouthful of blood as that palm strike sent him flying away. He clenched his teeth and immediately regained control over his body before his eyes grew sharp as he focused on the attacker.

The attacker's body was covered in cosmic energy, making it impossible to see his actual appearance, but his eyes were clear for everybody to see.

Zatiel clenched his fist and felt his instincts screaming danger as he saw those eyes glowing with red light.

'Those are not the eyes of a man. He is a king!'

That was the intent that red light forced into Zatiel's soul.

The term King had many definitions and connotations, but Zatiel was not referring to a king of man or even of gods, but a King of the Verse!

"I humbly greet your Majesty!"

The Guardian, filled with awe and admiration for Zatiel just a few seconds ago, was now kowtowing in the Emptiness. His body could not stop trembling as he felt those red eyes piercing into his skull and soul.

Zatiel took a deep breath. He clenched his fists and made the power of his eyes burst as he prepared to fight.

However, the man covered in golden cosmic force did not cross the gate.

"If you want to leave, first get rid of the problem. Before doing that, I will not let you exit this Verse."

The man's voice had a kingly aura, and there was an intent in it as if no one could disobey him. He was not making a question or suggesting a path but declaring a fact, one that no one could defy!

Zatiel's eyes grew cold as he heard those words, and his eyes began to glow with silver light and killing intent. He did not care about that person's identity but would not allow anyone to restrict him.

The man detected Zatiel's killing intent, and the red light in his eyes burst with excitement and thrill.

"You want to kill me? Good! I will be waiting for you at the peak of the tower! We will let The Creator witness our battle!"

No more words were spoken as the man waved his hands, shutting down the Oblivion Gate.

Zatiel stared at the Oblivion Gate for a few seconds before relaxing his body. He did not attempt to open it again, knowing it would be futile.

That person was not invincible, but Zatiel had to use every ounce of strength in him to open the Oblivion Gate, so it was impossible to defend from that palm strike.

He calmed his heart and went over that palm strike. The power behind it was not brute force. It happened too fast, but as he took a moment to analyze things, he was able to uncover the secret behind its power.

'Fear, courage, hate, love, envy, altruism, kindness, apathy, rage, serenity. All those emotions were in a perfect sense of balance, and the power born out of their connection became the force that sent me flying away and puking blood.'

Zatiel's eyes grew sharp since he was able to recognize that power. After all, he had seen it not too long ago.

"The Flow."

The power that man used was not other than Aion's The Flow, but this one evolved to a much higher level, impressive even for those that reached the Reality Override Realm.