That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
When "Death" itself dies in the long march of time, eternal silence becomes the final destination for all things.
There is no life, nor is there death.
Only the End is eternal.
In that instant, billowing Darkness erupted from the depths of Zhou Chen's Soul. Cold, pale white flames ignited in his pupils. His hair grew wildly, transforming into crystalline strands of pale white fire that danced madly in the wind. A strange substance, not quite steel, not quite rock, surfaced on his body, forming an outer armor of scorched black and searing red molten rock.
The molten armor was sharp and angular, yet light and sturdy, covering his entire body. It was covered in ancient, wicked fire patterns, through which flowed a conspicuous, scalding, searing-white magma. Large drops of it fell, the terrifying heat burning holes into the ground.
