Volume 3- BOOK OF DEATH
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In a dark space that was lit up by the light of trillions of stars that were much more brighter and powerful than the sun of New Earth, and were also trillions of light years away, two individuals sat with a wooden table in between them.
One sat on a normal looking wooden chair that looked like it had been made by the hands of an extremely talented Mortal or to be more precise, by the hands of an extremely talented Tier 0.
Apart from the fact that the wooden chair had been finely made, it had no other aesthetic to it... It just looked like a normal wooden chair with armrests.
Meanwhile, the other individual sat on what looked like a throne that was made out of light and darkness.
This throne was one that most would not be able to comprehend or even look at without running mad.
If Corey were here, he would instantly recognize the individual that was sitting on the wooden chair.
The Paragon Ancestor... The Defying Paragon.
