Shiayar stood under the dim desk lamp, the pitch-black shadow infinitely elongated in the faint light.
He looked through the curtain of shadows at the Golden Elf girl on the other side, without uttering a word.
The single-directional shadow curtain was thin, and the authority and power contained within were not strong.
Even now, in this suppressed state, Shiayar had many ways to break it and see Hathaway beyond the curtain.
And just as He described to Shiayar.
The one on the Black Iron Throne, the Ancient Sun God, was indeed in the process of gradually unsealing himself and awakening his true form.
This involved breaking the seal, the awakening of a decayed body, and the constraints and control of divinity teetering on the brink, liable to run amok at any moment, making the process undeniably intricate.
Even with the rank of the Ancient Sun God, this process was by no means easy.
