Amon, already in a trance as his aether marks synchronized with his body and his stats awakened, fully succumbed, feeling his mind be carried to an entirely other realm.
He dove into the very essence and origin of his blood and felt its power.
The world around him had turned into an endless expanse of black as he became an emperor, with flaming hair of purple and burning eyes of emerald.
He wore royal attire of black and gold and stood before an army of countless shadow figures, all screaming his name and revering his being.
A crown of pure black appeared atop his head, crowning him with the majesty of death as floating bracelets of emerald and gold flames adorned his wrists.
Amon's mind was hazy as he stood within this vision, yet he felt it all as clearly as possible, feeling the world under the control of his might.
