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In the pitch-black Void, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared, as if spat out by some creature of the darkness, their body bathed in blood, floating in the Void.
It took quite a while before the black-robed figure regained some semblance of consciousness from his confusion.
"What kind of undead was that, to be so powerful..." His eyes were vacant as he recalled the recent encounter, feeling a chill down his spine.
A pang of pain shot through his right arm.
"Hiss—" the figure in the black robe gasped, and began unraveling his tattered cloak.
His face was covered with a strange copper gear mask, obscuring his features. His upper body was lean and lengthy, but now it was marred with various lacerations. Especially his right arm, from which a large chunk of flesh had been ripped away, exposing the bone underneath.
Most horrifically, the shattered bone was covered in a black fluidic substance that was rapidly eroding his right hand.
