Within a darkly lit cave, a figure could be seen walking through a long winding path.
This figure was thin beyond belief, with barely any muscle or flesh as its white skin was covered in what could only be said to he stitches.
This entity had no eyes, no mount or hair. It was simply a humanoid body that moved by sensing aether.
It'd taken Amon ten days to entirely destroy his body using his death aether and gift of decay but the hard part was the reconstruction.
It'd taken him a month and a half thousand of tries to get to his current body. Even though it looked imperfect and nightmarish, his current body was the best he could do.
In the process, his aether control and sensitivity had simply become other worldly.
Due to his lack of senses, he was forced to rely on his spirit sense and the atmospheric aether around him as he made him way down these strange tunnels.
