Devour... Devour

In the deepest shadows lay what seemed like a bottomless abyss, devouring every living thing that approached it.

That pitch-black region radiated an intense sense of oppression. The air was thick with an indescribable stench of decay, as if time had stood still here for centuries.

Within that profound darkness, Imu sat silently, her presence seeming to merge with the shadows themselves.

From the outside, her form was incomplete. Her body remained twisted and blurred, seemingly without substance, with only a black aura shrouding everything around her.

Imu's face had no distinct contours, as though it were formed from darkness itself. Only a pair of deep eyes flickered with an eerie light in the gloom.

What shone from those eyes was not human emotion, but an ancient, merciless indifference, as though she had witnessed countless lives and deaths yet remained utterly unmoved.

Yet beneath that indifference lurked an intense desire.

Whenever flesh came into contact with her presence, it was swiftly drawn into that indescribable darkness and turned into a portion of devoured energy.

Whether it was human blood or the vitality of the creatures she had drawn here, all of it was ruthlessly drained and transformed into her own strength.

"Gulp..."

A faint sound echoed through the darkness—the sound of blood merging with the shadows.

With every drop of blood that entered her, Imu's body gradually became more solid, while that dark aura grew heavier and heavier.

Her wounds had already healed through countless acts of devouring. She was no longer the frail being she had once been, but she was not satisfied.

She needed more—more life force—to fully revive herself and reclaim the supreme authority she once possessed.

"Feed..."

Imu's low voice echoed through the darkness like some ancient summons.

She felt no hunger. Rather, her craving for