Through my soul-links, I could feel Nerva, Nero and Dante shaking with fear. They wanted to disappear or hide away from the golden gaze of the man.
The man's form twisted and contorted as endless energy seemed to flow out of his silhouette, like tendrils of darkness and energy that covered everything in sight.
His form was a grotesque tapestry of twisted flesh and writhing tendrils, adorned with eyes that glowed with a malevolent light, piercing the veil between worlds. With a roar that shook the foundations of creation, he unleashed its true form upon the world, a spectacle of horror and awe that defied mortal comprehension.
A form that would destroy the mind of any mortal who witnessed it. As its monstrous visage loomed over the world, the stars themselves dimmed in fear, casting long shadows across the void.
