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A man cloaked in shadows stood before a massive altar, its surface carved with the twisted symbol of the Dark Sovereign—a skull with twin demonic horns, exuding an ominous aura.

His bloodshot eyes burned with fanaticism as he gazed upon the sea of Dark Seekers kneeling in devotion.

Their bodies were shrouded in corruption, their souls long since lost to their insatiable hunger for power and immortality.

The planet they stood on was a realm of eternal darkness.

No sun.

No warmth.

Only the cold, unyielding abyss where evil thrived.

And in this forsaken place, the fanatical elder's voice thundered through the void.

"Excellent work, young devotees!"

His words echoed like a decree of doom, filling the gathered horde with fervor.

"By teaching that arrogant Emperor a lesson, you have made the Dark Sovereign proud! You have made our fallen companion Morgana's death worthwhile!"

The Dark Seekers roared in agreement, their cries merging into a chorus of malice and hatred.

But the elder was not finished.

His glare darkened, his voice turning into a whisper filled with venomous promise.

"But this won't be the end, Morgana…"

A sinister grin curled his cracked lips, his hands raised toward the accursed altar as though communing with something far beyond mortal comprehension.

"We will erase that insolent Emperor's reign from this realm. We will watch his death with our own eyes."

The crowd trembled with dark excitement, their breaths ragged with anticipation.

"Be prepared, my devoted brethren! The Dark Sovereign will rise once more, and He will fulfill our every wish!"

The darkness itself seemed to pulse, responding to his declaration.

The cultists, lost in their fanatic devotion, howled in unison:

"ALL HAIL THE DARK SOVEREIGN!"

Their cries shook the blackened land, a demonic hymn reverberating through the endless abyss.

In the Primordial Era, at the dawn of all things, there was only one absolute ruler of the Primal Realm.

The Dark Sovereign.

For millions of years, his unparalleled dominion had stretched across the stars.

Every living being born under his reign was nothing more than a slave—an offering to his insatiable hunger.

With his supreme control over darkness, none could oppose him.

None could escape him.

None could even dare to hope for salvation.

All life suffered under his merciless rule.

Until the day when a defiance long thought impossible finally emerged—a rebellion that shattered his unbreakable grasp on the universe.

At the height of his unrivaled dominion, when all of existence trembled beneath his will, a single event changed everything.

A spark of Extremity.

A mere flash of light—a concept beyond power, beyond fate, beyond even the Dark Sovereign's comprehension—ignited the Era of Laws Awakening.

Like an unstoppable tide, it swept across the Primal Realm, shattering the chains that had enslaved countless souls for millions of years.

His once mindless slaves, endless in number, suddenly gained sentience.

Awareness.

And above all else—power.

Power unlike any the Dark Sovereign had ever foreseen.

Power that rivaled even his own.

The Dark Sovereign, in all his infinite arrogance, fought desperately to extinguish the flames of rebellion.

He wielded his darkness, a force that had ruled supreme since the beginning of time itself.

But the laws had awakened.

The very fabric of reality, once bent to his will, now rejected him.

It was as though the universe itself had decreed his end.

His empire—once eternal—began to crumble.

His enemies—once helpless—began to rise.

A rebellion started where countless brave Heroes became united and fought the Dark Sovereign to end his tyranny.

The battle shook the Primal Realm to its core.

Reality itself seemed to fracture under the sheer magnitude of their clash.

The Dark Sovereign fought with all his might, unleashing his darkest terrors, his deadliest weapons, his most forbidden arts—

But nothing could stop the tide.

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And in the end, under the combined might of countless liberated worlds, the Dark Sovereign's reign was shattered—his era of tyranny brought to an end.

His fall marked the birth of a new age—

The Age of Seekers.

An era where power no longer belonged to one, but to many.

However—

The Dark Sovereign was dead, but his devoted followers never died out completely.

Even now, they plot in the shadows, awaiting the day their Supreme Master returns.

And with their newfound determination, they would stop at nothing to see his reign restored.

Because of this, many Darkness Law users are still seen in a bad light today. The Degaro Family, for example, is deemed a Devil family, though their situation is far more complicated than that. They are not as cruel and evil as the Dark Sovereign's devotees.

The Dark Region is vast, and this was just one of the many temples situated across it.

Suddenly, a frantic warning spread among the devotees as someone announced,

"Attack!"

"We're being attacked! Someone has breached the Darkness Boundary!"

"What? How did it break? Isn't the Darkness Wall supposed to be unbreakable?"

"I don't know, but it has happened!"

The elder devotees at the top of the temple frowned.

"Who are they? How dare they barge into the Dark Region so atrociously? Who is courting death?" they barked, their faces growing more malicious.

"Witch Nerezza, let us see who these insolent beings are!" one of them ordered a beautiful woman dressed in black.

The witch turned around and snorted at being ordered around.

But a moment later, the third eye on her forehead opened, radiating a deadly intent.

"A battleship, no a lot of them, and a... ah," As the witch began to elay what she was seeing suddenly her words caught in her throat as if in disbelief.

"Ah, what? Speak clearly, " Said one of them with annoyance.

"This.... there is Divine Class battleship among them. And they are directly heading toward us?" The witch answered stutteringly.

The elder devotees frowns deepened with worry and panic. A Divine Class Battleship from the other side was no laughing matter.

"A Divine Class Battleship? Who is it from? Look closely."

"Y-Yes...He is...."