To White, the chaos was different.
All he could feel himself doing initially was spreading outwards, slowly taking over every single fiber of the creature.
But all of a sudden, he felt a violent pull inward.
It was akin to teleportation, except without any warning whatsoever.
The world darkened instantly, and the sensation of falling overtook him.
Eventually, it stopped, and his eyes snapped open, taking in his surroundings.
The world was one he was beginning to get used to:
A simple dark void.
"I expected a God Candidate..."
The words echoed behind him, and he snapped back in caution.
Standing there was a figure half-hidden by the darkness.
He was a man, about the height of White himself, but he was different.
His skin was dark, and on his forehead were two horns sticking out from the sides.
He was dressed in a monk-like robe, a pitch-black kasaya draped over his shoulder.
He radiated no aura at all, as if he were non-existent.
At first, White was confused.
