GRUUUUUUUUUUUUM
The door made an incredibly loud noise, almost like that of a growling dragon.
Afterwards, a storm of dark air marched out of the gate, slamming into Zeras with full force.
They were like graters shredding away every inch of his skin, gratting away his flesh.
The pain was nothing less than mind-blowing, and it happened so fast that it was over in a blink.
Lying crushed on the ground, Zeras looked at his own body, and the sight of it gave him chills.
Right now, he had no skin, no bone, no flesh.
He was an inky black figure made of nothing but shadows—burning dark shadow that made it seem like he has currently on hot flames.
In this state, he felt no energy nor power, almost like he was absolutely nothing. Yet he could feel the world just as easily as it could be felt.
Slowly, he stepped forth through the gate, his pitch-dark, shadowy eyes staring at what lay before him.