Zehir
Inside a dark cave, a young man sat cross-legged in the center, his eyes closed in deep meditation. His long black hair cascaded down his back, and his chiseled muscles rippled beneath his loose golden robe. The robe was embroidered with a black ouroboros dragon, symbolizing his connection to the ancient and powerful creature.
The cave was deep in the mountains, far from civilization. The walls were lined with bones and crushed-up Spirit Stones, evidence of the man's ruthless training regimen. The Qi around him was incredibly dense, so thick that it was visible to the naked eye.
As he meditated, the man's body began to glow with a black and red aura, as if he was channeling the power of the dragon. His Qi was so strong that it caused the cave walls to vibrate and the air to crackle with energy.
The man remained motionless; his mind focused on his training. He had been in the cave for months, honing his skills and pushing himself to the limits of his abilities.