The Nine-Tailed Fox Beast landed just on a mountain. Maintaining the spatial bubble placed upon her children, she looked up and watched the darkness grow darker, "That is enough, my love, I can always take her form if that is what you wa—"
Words flowed out of the mouth of the decomposing Fox but all fell into the void. All that was called upon was more and more rage, the tendrils stopped and writhed before accelerating at untold speeds.
The earth rumbled and then carved. The screech of an unknown being echoed as Hundreds to thousands of black tendrils sprouted from the bowels of the darkness. Thousands upon thousands shot out from the slit across the skies and though its roar was the very definition of madness, the tendrils trailed only after one being, the Nine-Tailed Fox Beast.