"Looks like it was all a coincidence."
"Was it a coincidence, or did my pleas finally bear fruit?"
A self-mocking voice came from the darkness.
The next moment, a figure emerged.
He floated in midair, his outline like shredded night, writhing shadows constantly seeping from its edges.
His head had no fixed shape, his features as blurred as ink stains. Only his eyes were clear.
They were two swirling vortices of emptiness, endless darkness collapsing within them. To look straight into them felt as though they would suck away one's Primordial Spirit.
There was the faint curve of a smile at his lips, but it shifted with every blink, impossible to pin down.
His body was long and twisted, covered in obsidian-like skin. Dim patterns like stardust flowed across its surface, as though a dying galaxy were sealed within.
His limbs had too many joints, the number of his knuckles changing with each breath. His fingertips tapered to sharp points of nothingness, leaving sickly green rifts when they swept through space.
A suffocating weight hung around him, closing in like a shroud soaked in blood.
The cloying, dark scent of rotting irises drifted through the air, while an impossibly low rumble sounded faintly in their ears from deep beneath the earth's crust.
It was a pulse that did not belong to this world, the heartbeat of an ancient god before its awakening. Merely drawing near made reason crack apart, inch by inch, beneath the weight of fear.
At the sight of the figure, the surrounding Chaos Ancient Clan experts quietly retreated.
Fear flashed in their eyes.
"Heh. Afraid of me?"
"Then get out of my way."
Chaisang glanced at them, his voice thick with disdain.
Under their fearful gazes, he walked toward the Arena step by step.
Watching his back,