Gathered!

"Of course, I can. I forgot to mention that my father was granted the power of Primordials when he accepted their blood or something like that. He had a white and a black mark on his body. The white mark released a blast that destroyed one's soul while the black mark destroyed all kinds of substances.

My father tried to kill me with both of them, only to get killed and fed to some monsters," Dilan spoke about the gruesome battle between himself and his father as if he was discussing the weather and the Soul Shards simply stared at Dilan, not sure what exactly they were supposed to do.

"Your father was compatible with the repulsive powers of two Primordial races? How the hell are you still alive?" The Fallen Celestial asked.

He knew that he didn't belong to this place, let alone this Universe but he had been forced to search for a safe hideout where nobody hunting him could find him, and that was something he had achieved success with.