Drakmor was a chief enforcer Veilwalker vassal of the Supreme One, tasked with issuing missions for a group of vassals called The Enforcers.
These chief enforcers were the personal vassals of the Supreme One, ones that were directly connected to the Supreme One.
They connect their men, who are also Veilwalkers, to the Supreme One and through them, the Supreme One issues his orders which they assign to their subordinates.
Unlike other vassals from mid-level universes and such, all chief enforcers were from high-level worlds and were extremely powerful.
Each one of these chiefs had several universes they were allowed to refine, adding to their already phenomenal power.
They rarely moved themselves, and if they ever did, it meant a universe was doomed, regardless of whether their core was handed over or not.
Drakmor in particular had been personally given the task of finding something out; something that really caught the Supreme One's attention.
It was really a simple thing in their perspective, or so it should have been.
Drakmor was to find a mid-level universe and its veilwalker who was still at the Demi-god level, convince that person of the Supreme One's power, and guide that veilwalker into ascending to godhood by their lonesome.
The Supreme One was interested in seeing if that kind of ascension was doable with the information they gathered from the three vassals who ventured into Alexander's universe.
Convincing the veilwalker was the easy part; a slap across the face and a display of overwhelming power from Drakmor personally broke their arrogance.
To recreate the conditions for a successful self-ascension, the veilwalker was not made into a vassal.
Drakmor personally took it upon himself to guide the walker into grasping all the laws and understanding them to a level he was satisfied with.
However, try as they might, Drakmor couldn't see a way forward. They had no idea how to proceed with the self-ascension.
He reviewed the memories of all those who interacted with Alexander, deciphering his nature and his thought process.
He studied the interactions Alex had with those three weaklings, finding a veilwalker with a somewhat similar personality. However, they were missing the key ingredient.
'The idea of being a god is to accept that we have no grand purpose, but the one we give ourselves. The universe core made us realize this truth, thus made us gods.' Drakmor pondered on the ascension process.
'The boy ascended knowing that fact. However, knowing it does not equal to becoming a god. He was even killed… yet he came back to fuse with the core.'
"Lord Drakmor…?" The veilwalker chosen for the attempt raised his head to look at the divine figure of the chief enforcer. "I understand everything you said, but I feel no different."
The veilwalker was a human — just like Alexander. He went by the name Andrew Garfrey, and like Alexander, was raised in a good surrounding.
Unlike the person they were trying to replicate, Andrew wasn't weak. As a mid-level universe, they already had a power system and he himself was very powerful then. That was until he was chosen to be the veilwalker.
He had managed to bring peace and stability to his universe as he prepared to ascend from the urges of his own core. However, before he could do anything, this divine being appeared.
Andrew still remembered that day like it was yesterday. The man gave off no presence — none at all. Even then, just standing in space made his surroundings tremble.
At the time, he had believed Drakmor was an intruder who was here to conquer his universe. But he was quickly taught the error of his ways.
He later learned that this divine being was just a servant of another entity who was even more broken!
Fortunately for him, Drakmor didn't come here to fight him, but to show him the right path the Supreme One was making to save the entity of the multiverse.
With no other option, he chose to surrender. Who would have thought the being came with an offer and that there was a way to ascend to godhood without actually becoming one with the universe's core?
He jumped at the chance, but quickly learned it wasn't so easy. Drakmor had tutored him personally, guiding him into grasping the most challenging law — Time.
Andrew was now ready to ascend just like the man proposed. But they had no idea how to proceed. Drakmor had even proposed he killed him, but Andrew knew he would be dead. There was no coming back from that.
Starring at the phenomenal man before him, Andrew took another hard look at his features. Drakmor stood at an impressive height of 4 meters, with a well-built physique in his celestial robes — something he learned he would get once he ascended.
While the being looked human for the most part and incredibly handsome with his long flowing hair, the impressive set of horns on his head and reptilian golden slits for eyes gave his identity away.
Drakmor was a dragon — and not just any dragon.
He was what was called a third-grade dragon from a high-level universe. Andrew didn't know what that meant, but it sounded impressive and also gave weight to the fact that the being this dragon served was higher than that.
"Accepting that our entire existence is meaningless, while disappointing, is not bringing out the best in me." Andrew added.
"I know…" Drakmor replied, his gaze distant.
Even he was not sure he could do what that Alexander fella did. This only left them with only one option — seek out the boy. The fact that they couldn't replicate what a human from a low-level universe did did not sit well with them.
Asking the boy would sting at their pride. And while they could use force, that would be something they would do as a last resort.
After all, something as delicate as Alexander's method of ascension could not be replicated by simply taking the knowledge out of him.
Another thing was that they already knew what it was; every universe core spells it out. The problem was how he triggered the ascension all by himself. It still didn't make sense.
Alex was killed in every sense of the word. His core was ripped out of his chest, and his body disintegrated. So then how?
Drakmor suddenly looked over his shoulders, and a moment later, space quivered and a veil tear appeared. Four beings materialised and came to kneel behind Drakmor with their heads bowed deeply.