CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO : CELESTIAL MAGIC

Lycaon, his form oozing with the shadows that surrounded him, approached Deucalion with an air of sinister satisfaction. "Deucalion, your schemes are inconsequential. I've spent eons in the dark realms, and my powers have grown beyond your feeble comprehension."

Deucalion, maintaining a facade of defiance, questioned, "What dark realms have you ventured into, and what did you see in the dark realm?"

"This world is but only a fraction of existence. There are realms of gods, demons, beasts and all sorts of monsters that defy your imagination. I have seen the truth of it all and I know that this is all a waste of time.", Lycaon replied.

"Welcome back, we have eagerly awaited you", Deucalion said.

Lycaon chuckled, a sound that echoed through the chamber. "Time, Deucalion, time has been my ally. In the void between realms, I tapped into the very essence of the shadows. The power that courses through me is ancient, unfathomable, and all-encompassing."

As the truth of Lycaon's ascent to dar