The dark background enveloped everything, and the lightless scene seemed to devour the concept of direction. The terrifying silence filled the boundless space, as if it had no end.

Twisted shadows condensed from nothingness, and a huge figure seemed to be the incarnation from the abyss. The body, as dark as the night, exuded a cold breath, covered with strange patterns, with twisted and changing lines, like venomous snakes coiled around the body.

A crow flapped its wings and flew over, landing lightly nearby.

"Have you heard about the 'Transcendent'?" the crow asked in a deep voice.