In the depths of the Nether Realm, space was like a stagnant pool of ink. A colossal figure sat cross-legged here, its form hidden within the surging Nether Fog. The fog was dark and viscous, swallowing all light.
Above its head, countless fine black patterns squirmed and intertwined like living things, coalescing into a half-closed vertical eye. A heart-stopping, eerie glow emanated from the slit between its lids.
Other distorted silhouettes flickered in and out of sight in the distance. The soft rustle of scraping Scale Armor was muffled by the fog, and the entire space seemed to tremble faintly with the colossal being's every breath.
At that moment, Black Tuo's eyes snapped open. His eerie pupils blazed like fissures in the abyss. Thick, python-like bolts of black lightning erupted from his body, their crackling roars tearing through the dead silence and violently churning the Nether Fog until it began to dissipate.
