Ashmedai sighed before continuing his story.
“Eighteen years ago, when you first came into this world, there was a lunar eclipse,” Ashmedai stated. “But this lunar eclipse wasn’t a natural phenomenon—it was the result of the world of Saraqael momentarily appearing in this plane of existence and blocking the moon.
“The cause is unknown, but it made the Progenitors, who were forced to fight their battles in that realm, momentarily feel something. They all stopped battling and turned to look at Midgard at the same time.
“The moment you let out your first cry, the moment you breathed your first breath, and the moment your magic manifested, the attention of countless progenitors descended upon your small body.”
Ashmedai narrowed his eyes before raising his finger to point at the young man, who still had a calm expression on his face as he revealed the truth behind his abandonment.