That was indeed a bit of mirage moon origin power. That constantly transforming aura was unique in the entire world.

Medanzo had clearly seen this origin power before. At the very least, he knew its characteristics enough to name it on sight. This was the sole reason he had taken such a big risk to enter the inner world.

This origin power was now before his eyes, a ray of hope to break his thousand-year shackle. Even the calm Medanzo couldn’t help but lose his composure.

This was how Andruil cast off his title as the Black-Winged Monarch and built his foundation to become the Lord of Evernight.

Medanzo’s voice was hoarse as he reached out a trembling hand, only to see the energy extinguish. His hand remained frozen...