Above all deities, two exist as the very concept of the beginning. The God of all creation, the ruler of the seven realms, the only being with access to the Akashic Records, and—my father—Aurikos.
The Curse's voice echoed with undeniable reverence as he spoke those words. At the same time, a colossal figure materialized before Alex.
The man was immense, his presence alone pressing down like an invisible weight. His upper body was wrapped in loose white robes that barely concealed his sculpted muscles. A trident rested firmly in his grip, gleaming with an aura of power beyond comprehension. His luminous green eyes locked onto Alex, and in that instant, Alex felt something creep into his very soul.
A visceral, suffocating dread.
He could not hold the man's gaze for long. He averted his eyes, his breath unsteady.
'What is this feeling...?'
[It's not truly your fear,] the Curse murmured. [It's mine.]