A Collaboration Weathering the Storm

In that endless darkness, Imu stood like a solitary mountain, his palm slightly open as he sensed the dark power spreading through his body.

Every fraction of his strength seemed to brim with limitless potential, every inch of his skin stirred by that scorching energy, bringing both uncontrollable pleasure and pain.

Blackbeard had bestowed this power upon him, and he was doing everything he could to control it.

Yet at this moment, there was neither greed nor mercy in Imu's eyes.

He focused on only one goal—strengthening himself.

His consciousness was swallowed by that immense energy. Every thought and idea seemed to vanish amid its vast surges, leaving behind only a craving for power.

Imu's fingers slowly curled, his palm facing downward as though he were feeling the surging dark power.

Every trace of power flowing through him made his entire body tremble, as if he were bound by invisible chains and struggling to break free, to unleash even greater strength.

Yet despite his rapidly expanding power, Imu felt no satisfaction.

He knew that obtaining this power did not mean complete victory.

The power he possessed was immense and formidable, but it was also unstable.

If he could not fully control it, it might instead become his fatal weakness.

"Not enough..."

Imu murmured, his voice so low that it barely carried any emotion.

His gaze was as deep as a bottomless abyss as he stared at his gradually brightening hands. The black power surged like a tide, sweeping his body into its currents.

He could feel that this power was not unchanging.

It coursed through his body, crashing in with devastating force, yet it also resisted within him like a beast, tearing at his sanity.

Imu's brow furrowed slightly, but his resolve did not waver.

"Time..."

he said softly,

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