As they spoke, the surroundings became tumultuous with the rising wind and swirling clouds.
A pair of colossal hands stretched out from within the clouds.
These were the hands of the Shadow Clan's Clan Spirit.
The hand was like a towering mountain, reaching high into the clouds.
Its skin was rough and hard, as if weathered by a thousand years, yet still exuding endless power.
The palm was immensely wide, capable of easily holding a small hill within its grasp.
The fingers were long and strong, with nails sharp as blades, glinting coldly.
The giant hand bore numerous scars and marks, testaments to countless fierce battles and struggles.
Each scar symbolized the heroic spirit's glory, telling tales of their fearless courage and unwavering belief.
Within these scars lay a mysterious power, seemingly a concentration of the essence of heaven and earth.
