What Are You All Called?

As he watched the force that had suddenly appeared and blocked him, Hu narrowed his scarlet eyes.

The motion was so slight that it lowered the temperature of the entire Chaos by several degrees.

He stared at that force, at the colossal, indistinct figure behind it, his voice like an ancient whisper from the depths of an abyss.

"Pangu?"

His scarlet eyes flickered slightly, as though confirming something.

Then, he dismissed his own guess.

"No..."

His voice sank even lower, carrying a hint of dangerous amusement.

"You are not Pangu."

"You are, like me, someone from another universe who followed that coordinate here."

As his words fell, a figure slowly condensed.

It was a... being beyond description.

The first thing one sensed was an extreme sense of discord.

He was clearly standing there, vast enough to blot out the stars, yet he gave the impression that he might vanish at any moment.

An ancient, weighty aura emanated from him, yet it was mixed with a strange freshness, as though he had just crawled out of some unknown place and Chaos had not yet had time to remember him.

His body was not one of ordinary flesh and blood, but something between substance and illusion.

At times, it solidified like cast bronze; at others, it blurred like ink spreading through water.

This state was not deliberate. It was simply as though this was what he inherently was.

His face had no features.

Or rather, it had them, but they were constantly changing.

At times, a pair of earthy yellow eyes appeared; at others, a wide, grinning mouth surfaced. Then it would become smooth as a mirror again, utterly empty.

The only thing that never changed was the terrifying feeling emanating from him.

Hu's scarlet eyes locked onto the being before him.