A New Piccolo

The dark-gold pillar of light that pierced through the dark crimson sky of the First Demon Realm finally reached the end of its energy discharge.

The storm vanished without a trace the instant the pillar of light completely receded.

All that remained in the air was an intense, choking sulfur stench mixed with the sickly-sweet scent of highly concentrated demonic energy residue.

At the very center of the clearing, a tall, upright figure hovered silently half a meter above the ground.

It was Piccolo, reborn anew.

His already extraordinary height had increased yet again, now visibly approaching 2.4 meters.

The purple Gi with shoulder pads that he had worn for years had long since been reduced to ashes in the earlier energy clash, exposing his dark green skin.

His formerly somewhat lean muscles now possessed an exceptionally explosive outline.

The pink patterns that had once belonged to a Namekian had been replaced by far more intricate and profound Dark Magic Patterns.

With every breath he took, those magic patterns emitted an extremely faint purplish-red glow.

"Piccolo..."

Goku raised both hands to his forehead and squinted in that direction, muttering under his breath, "Such powerful, violent energy..."

At that moment, Piccolo slowly turned his head in midair and focused all his attention on his own forehead.

There, his flesh had peeled back to either side, revealing a red eyeball embedded quietly in the center of his forehead.

Its originally purplish-brown sclera had completely transformed into blood red after absorbing an immense amount of Demon Realm energy.

A chilling golden light flowed in its depths.

That third eye stared coldly ahead, and the pressure of a superior being bore down upon the entire area.

Vegeta stood with his arms folded atop a broken stone pillar, letting out a faint snort through his