Chapter 78 Father's True Face

• The air between us crackled with opposing forces as Father began his transformation. The human facade he had maintained for decades melted away like snow in sunlight, revealing something that made my enhanced senses recoil in recognition and fear.
• His true form was magnificent and terrible—tall as a giant, with bone-white skin marked by intricate tattoos that seemed to move of their own accord. Ancient skull relics orbited around him like planets around a star, each one pulsing with the trapped essence of civilizations that had fallen to his power centuries ago.
• "This is what you will become," he said, his voice now carrying the weight of ages. "A creature of such power that your very existence threatens the balance between life and death. I have spent three hundred years learning to contain this nature, and still I am barely more than a monster wearing a crown."