Unaware of the commotion that had almost been caused in the reception hall, Damien found himself once again materialized in a new space.
Should it be described as a bedroom or a throne room? Damien couldn't quite tell.
It was quite an ornate space, but it wasn't big enough to be compared to the throne rooms Damien had seen before.
It was like the living room of a cozy house, a single hanging light illuminating it far better than any number of other apparatuses could. The floor was made of a marble-like material and covered in a fine rug that one would only expect to find in the highest class of society.
The walls had a few nondescript art pieces hanging from them, and other varied decorations like some gold accessories sat on shelves that followed the walls' curves, creating an organized scene that subtly directed one's attention towards a single place.
Centered against the back wall was a beautiful bed lined with the finest silks and fabrics.
The being who lay on that bed was hidden by a thin curtain, but the shadow of her figure shone through that fabric, painting her in an air of both mysticism and undeniable charm.
"Nice to meet you again," Damien said with a smile, making his way to the seating prepared a few meters in front of the bed.
"Mmm, your attitude doesn't seem appropriate?" The being, the Prismatic Sun Holy Master, responded inquisitively.
Damien shrugged. "According to your disciple, you've been watching my movements for a long time already. Shouldn't you know my character by now?"
"Hehe~, indeed, I cannot argue against such logic."
Damien took his seat and crossed his legs, leaning back to get comfortable.
"I guess you have some questions for me?"
"I do. The same goes for you, does it not?"
"True, but before we start the exchange, don't you think you should show some more sincerity?"
"My apologies, but that will not be possible. My appearance is a bit…unique, one might say."
The Holy Master had a twinge of something strange in her voice, which made Damien curious, but now wasn't the time to focus on such small details.
"Well then, let's save that for another time. Are you going first or am I?"
Damien spoke casually and treated their meeting as a deal rather than a meeting between a Demigod senior and her junior.
After all, the two of them had already met when she was in Pandora's body.
At that time, they'd exchanged greetings and made acquaintance, and Damien also gave her a reason to be curious about him.
He didn't mention it explicitly, but she could sense the aura of something that definitely shouldn't belong to him on his body.
It was more than enough to draw her attention.
The two established the rules of their exchange and decided to throw questions back and forth. If one couldn't or wouldn't answer, they were required to give a piece of useful information in its place.
The Prismatic Sun Holy Master went first, as the current greater of the two.
"What happened to him?" She asked.
"Are you asking for yourself?"
"I'm sure you are aware of the truth."
"Hmm…"
"I killed him."
Damien smiled as he waved his finger and summoned some mana, creating a projection in the air.
Since this was what the Holy Master wanted, he didn't mind giving it to her.
Only, would she be satisfied once she saw it?
The projection played out, showing the battle against the Fifth Primal Sovereign from Damien's perspective.
The Holy Master watched silently, taking in the Human Domain's God-Slaying Arrays and the extent of Damien's power back then. She didn't make a single sound or show a hint of emotion as the battle played out, making Damien doubt some previous assumptions he'd made. This continued until…
Gasp!
A small gasp escaped her lips.
The scene was the final one, the scene of Damien being sucked into the Void Corridor.
It's brutal swirling, the utter blackness within that made even the void of the Dead Zone look bright, the terror of its form was represented in full.
This was not an event from Damien's own memory, but something he managed to obtain through other means.
To the Prismatic Sun Holy Master, this final moment of the projection connected many puzzle pieces.
She had found Damien's existence when he first made his name known on the Dimensional Leaderboards, and unlike most other influences who were blocked from finding him by Fallen Star Holy Land and later Hidden Death Valley, the eternally secret Prismatic Sun Holy Land was an exception.
The Holy Master felt like she knew Damien personally after watching him for so long, and the one thing that always puzzled her most was a simple question.
Just where did he come from?
His mysterious power was something even Primal Sovereigns were attracted to, and his talent far surpassed any pre-established norms.
A genius like this couldn't be unknown!
Even after finding out the truth of his origin, his advent in the Divine Realm remained a mystery, and even after finding the answer to this question, the Holy Master was only left with more curiosity!
A character like Damien Void…
'He is what we need.'
The thought flashed through her mind, cementing a decision she'd been hesitating on for a long time.
And while she wanted to immediately interrogate Damien about a variety of things, their meeting was a two-way street.
She'd have to hold back for a bit.
'Such an interesting boy. It's a shame…'
Unaware of her thoughts and unable to see her expression, Damien put away the mana projection and leaned forward.
"It's my turn right?"
He had just as many questions as she did, but the crux of it was a single question:
"What is your relationship with the Primal Sovereigns?"
This was the connection that brought the two of them together. Before they could move on, the nature of their relationship needed to be understood.
"The Primal Sovereigns…" the Holy Master muttered, seemingly deciding how much she wanted to share.
"The best way to describe them is as the benefactors of our sect."
Words were only able to do so much. Regardless of what one said, the true essence of things was best represented by the actual experiences had with them.
The Holy Master sent a stream of mana out of the curtain, showing Damien a projection just as he did her.
Through it, he was able to understand how the relationship between the Primal Sovereigns and Prismatic Sun Holy Land began, and how it evolved over time.
It was more interesting than Damien thought.
The best he could guess was some sort of ancestral connection, and he was partially right.
However, not in the way he was thinking!
The Primal Sovereigns truly were old existences. They'd lived so many billions of years that numbers became irrelevant.
One would expect the rivers of time to weather their thoughts and emotions. It was impossible to hold onto such mortal connections when one's existence surpassed mortality.
But who could've guessed?
Who could've guessed that the Second Primal Sovereign, a being who stood above the peak of the universe, actually had an intimate relationship with the Founding Ancestor of Prismatic Sun Holy Land?!
