"What?"

“Oh. You can’t understand that one. Well, my name is Elyndra Solara, Daughter of Omnitharos Solara, Maker of the Bountiful Edge, having carved its form from an extinct dimension, destroyed by war and atrocities. It’s been a few hundred millennia since I inherited the throne from my father. I… Cassius was my first Chosen in thousands of years. When you killed him, I desired to slay you in turn, but he… Cassius convinced me that that wouldn’t be wise, or right. I… I hadn’t seen the pain his time had been, or maybe I had, but I’d just been ignoring it. I don’t know.” The glowing figure stopped speaking for a moment. “I won’t try to kill you, or take **** in any way. But please. Don’t make his sacrifice for naught.”

Damon was blankly staring at the figure in front of him before looking to the side listlessly, speaking after a moment of contemplation, “I’m not evil. I’m not out to destroy the world, I was lucky enough to become the Dragon King. I don’t know how, or why, but I did. I… I won’t. I killed him, and my… My anger overcame me and… I went too far. I’m grateful he forgave me. I promise I won’t make his sacrifice be in vain.” Damon was still looking to the side, but then he looked to Elyndra and steeled his gaze.

The holy figure smiled, and before Damon could comprehend it, he was in an embrace with the current Goddess of the world.

…

Damon was sitting on his throne once again, and once again, he was six hundred feet tall, and as he looked around, it was as if nothing had happened. The two wives who’d been confused were content and unaware from an unknown intervention from a certain Divinity.

As Damon was comfortable once again, he noticed a pair of wondrous notifications, but one was distinctly different than each before, and one in particular had a painful gift, as well.

‘So she’ll be talking to me now?’ Damon was immensely happy with the gifts, but particularly noticing that the Insight of the Boundless Edge had interceded Partial Omniscience, and as soon as he saw it, he had a sudden spasm appear in his skull, bringing him to stand in pain, holding his head briefly, before falling to his knees and screaming in agony.

As he was writhing on the ground, his eyes closed for a brief moment before shooting open, a glowing white light within them shining through in luminous beams, visible to both of Damon’s now concerned wives.

And second to the writhing, his mind was expanding to an excruciating degree. The newfound Insight of the Bountiful Edge made him feel as if his brain was exploding under the pressure, then abruptly, blood began to gush from his mouth, nose and eyes in abundant quantities.

As he was wiping the blood away, he attempted to use his Blood Bending to alleviate the symptoms, but it was in vain, as the blood continued to seep from his orifices, leaving Damon to collect it with his Barrel, resolute to continue the agony.

After a while of unending pain, the resplendent lights from his eyes extinguished, and as they were wide open they slowly transformed from a bluish tinge to a lustrous golden hue, and as he closed them once more, the pain began to slowly recede.

And with its ebbing, Damon opened his, now, All Seeing Eyes. And what he saw… Was nothing new, really, yet. His eyesight was absurdly improved, granting him exquisite sight from even further away, up to an insane seven thousand feet.

But what he found when he gazed upon his wives? Endless libraries of knowledge placed inside of his mind, of both of their existences, their lives, on each of their fantastical races and mythological origins, boundless details of their family lines, his mind was swiftly crowded with innumerable facts, and as he focused, upon looking around, he found intricate details on everything he saw, including the various materials around him. He found the exact mineral composition of the obsidian his throne was composed of, and countless other pointless characteristics.

Damon closed his eyes once again and he even saw the details of his eyelids, and after a moment of inquisitive testing, he could see through them as well.

After other various tests, he discovered he had acquired an astonishing degree of x-ray vision as he gazed around the room.

Looking at his wives, first with Dirpe, he could see the bones of her Dragon form, which she preferred to be in recently, as she was curled upon his shoulder once again, peacefully asleep. And Ember, he couldn’t really discern any internal organs or any similar structure, as she was essentially a sentient mass of molten… What was she? Her form resembled that of an illogically sensual melting candle, but had the characteristics of molten Adamantine, except the heat for him and the surroundings. But without her constant quenching, she’d reach temperatures comparable to a supernova, though, for now, Damon and Ember alike, were unaware of this preposterous fact.