Qin Jiu, The Architect of the prophecy

In the sky, Michael hovered as Harry's friends finally reached his side. Michael's imposing dark aura and his power dwarfed the teenagers. For a few moments, Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he just looked at his father, the Dark Lord, without batting an eye. Seeing his son, Michael felt a bit of calm wash over him. But Harry's innocent face, combined with the fear and determination in his eyes, made Michael sigh internally. He always wanted Harry to know the reality of the world, but even he wasn't prepared for this reality, let alone Harry.

"Harry…" Michael calmly uttered his name.

When Harry heard his father call him by name and recognize him without any introduction, he was both surprised and shocked. He didn't know that Michael had been watching him every single day until Lailah took him away to Mazeroth, cutting all ties with him.