Sarafiel felt like he'd been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning!
The casual flick of his father's fingers tore open a rift in space, sharp as a blade, slicing through every belief he held dear!
That familiar, murky chaos energy, the swirling dragon soul…
It was unmistakably the power of Divine City—the secret he'd guarded so fiercely, the one that haunted him day and night!
But… why?!
Shock crashed over Sarafiel like an icy wave, engulfing him.
His small body froze in place, his blood seeming to turn to ice, his mind a blank slate except for a storm of thunderous questions exploding within:
Wasn't I… adopted?!
Why does Dad… have the same power as me?!
Can he open that space too?! Can he summon the dragon souls inside like they're pets?!
The overwhelming shock nearly choked him.
Instinctively, he screamed in his mind for the one being who knew his secret:
"Divine City! Did you see that?!"
But Divine City, usually so lively and chatty, fell into an unprecedented, deathly silence.
Sarafiel could feel the violent ripples in the shadowy depths of his consciousness, mirroring his own shock and confusion, as if Divine City was just as floored by this reality-shattering moment.
What sent a chill down Sarafiel's spine was the moment his father summoned that dark golden dragon. He could sense it clearly.
His father's command over that space… it was stronger than his own!
It was an older, more primal connection, like he was the true master of that realm!
That wasn't right!
Sarafiel's mind reeled in confusion.
Earlier that evening, Divine City had told him this was their companion world!
So why was Dad's control stronger than his?!
Could it be…
Could they have misunderstood everything?
Was that space actually tied to their family's bloodline? Some kind of inherited ability of the Kent family?
But wasn't the Kent family's inherited power supposed to be something called a "Stand"?!
This thought only deepened his confusion.
He racked his brain, trying to recall. In his memories, Dad would occasionally shout "Star Platinum!" and zip through farm chores in a flash.
But Dad never had scales like the ones Sarafiel saw on himself in dreams, no dragon horns, no fiery breath…
He was solid as a mountain, steady, dependable, maybe a little quirky—an ordinary dad.
Or… was he?
Now, Sarafiel wasn't so sure.
Maybe… maybe he was Dad's real son?! No, no, but then what about Dio, his brother…
"Brother…"
Just as Sarafiel's thoughts spiraled into chaos, a stir came from the depths of his consciousness. Divine City, silent for so long, finally spoke.
Its voice was no longer the usual cold or cunning tone but carried an unprecedented urgency, almost trembling with disbelief and curiosity:
"Brother!"
"Could… could I… touch Father?"
The request was so bizarre, laced with an indescribable longing.
But Sarafiel, consumed by the storm of facts and emotions swirling within, didn't even register Divine City's plea.
He just stared at his father's deep, scrutinizing eyes—serious yet hiding a flicker of concern.
All his doubts, all his hesitation, crumbled under his father's declaration to "be honest with family" and this earth-shattering display of power.
"I…" Sarafiel's voice was dry, trembling faintly. "I… do have a secret."
He took a deep breath, as if summoning every ounce of strength, and began to haltingly recount everything that happened that day.
The panicked animals, the robot that attacked them, how he'd used his authority to summon the dragon horde…
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, his head drooping, fingers nervously twisting the hem of his blanket, as if awaiting his father's judgment.
Lock listened quietly, the sternness on his face gradually softening into a faint smile.
Just as he'd suspected.
But seeing his son's anxious, guilty expression, like he was waiting for punishment, Lock felt a pang of heartache mixed with amusement.
This kid, at just five years old, was arguably more mature than Dio had been at that age.
To keep such a huge secret bottled up all by himself…
Lock sighed, feeling a lump in his chest.
He'd watched Sarafiel every day—eating, sleeping, playing happily with the animals.
He'd thought the boy was carefree, innocent, joyful.
But he'd missed this.
Sneaking a glance at his father, who seemed lost in thought, Sarafiel hesitated, then, as if making a big decision, added softly, "There's… one more thing…"
"Hm?" Lock raised an eyebrow, signaling him to go on.
"Someone… wants to meet you," Sarafiel said, his voice even quieter, tinged with awkwardness.
Lock blinked, puzzled. "Who else is there?"
It was the middle of the night—besides him, Sarafiel, Dio, and Clark, there was no one else at home.
Sarafiel didn't answer right away.
He took a deep breath, as if focusing intensely.
The next moment, Lock saw it clearly: a spark of pure, dazzling golden light flared in the depths of Sarafiel's left pupil! The light spread rapidly, engulfing his entire left eye!
At the same time, the boy's aura transformed completely!
The childlike innocence and nervousness vanished in an instant.
In their place was a deep, ancient indifference and… an indescribable tangle of emotions.
"Father."
The voice was no longer Sarafiel's clear, childish tone. It was lower, with an ancient texture, layered with echoing reverberations, strange and otherworldly!
"Who are you?!"
Lock's pupils contracted, his body tensing instantly!
As he looked at the drastically different Sarafiel before him, a bold, scalp-tingling theory shot through his mind!
Split personality?!
No… this wasn't just a split personality!
This was…
A yin-yang division?!
"Father."
The entity occupying Sarafiel's body gazed at Lock calmly with one black and one golden eye, its layered voice carrying a faint trace of grievance.
"Your words just now… they really hurt me."
It sighed, as if not intending to explain much. Instead, it slowly raised Sarafiel's small hand with a near-pilgrim-like reverence and an intense curiosity, reaching for Lock's cheek.
Lock didn't flinch, his sharp gaze studying this unfamiliar version of his son.
The moment that cool little hand touched his cheek—
The boy shuddered!
Those mismatched eyes erupted with a blinding, almost searing golden light!
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