Eternal Night Star.
Inside a great hall.
The Eternal Night Monarch sat cross-legged on a cattail cushion, the darkness around him flickering in and out of existence.
The tentacles on his head were much dimmer than before, looking as if they might dissolve at any moment.
These tentacles were the very core of the Eternal Night Race.
Back then, to escape the four Venerables from the Myriad Laws Pavilion, he had released all the Power of Eternal Night stored within his tentacles.
He had also lost a Marvel, which was the only reason he managed to get away.
Even so, he had paid an immense price.
His Origin was severely damaged, and he had nearly perished.
It was even uncertain whether he could ever recover to his former strength.
After all—
Restoring these core tentacles required an immense amount of resources.
Their value was no less than that of two or three Marvels.
There was simply no way for him to acquire them in a short amount of time.
