Northern stared blankly at the creature he had just created. Even though he didn't do it all from the start, this being existed because of his own actions.
It was neither Koll nor Pangu.
Northern narrowed his eyes. He tried to bring himself closer to look but couldn't. He was forced to sit back down as the pain intensified with each strain.
But at the very least, his condition was already getting better; one side of his body had completely closed like a hole was not just there.
He still managed to frown and intensely examine the creature standing before him.
Its body was a perfect fusion of strength and grace, with muscles defined and taut, yet entirely devoid of any human skin.
Instead, its surface was obsidian black, a shade so deep that it seemed to swallow the subtle blue light of the flames around it.
