Amidst all this, Leon found his consciousness pulled into a dark empty, and vast space.
The influx of memories of weird, sinister alien yet familiar power flooded into his mind. For some unknown reason, he felt oddly familiar with the power like he had used this power and mastered it since several years ago.
Leon floating in the darkness of the abyss, stared at a dark humanoid figure.
A grotesque entity, whose form is shrouded in an inky darkness that seems to devour all light.
Its eyes seemed to be burning with malevolence, pierce through the shadows, giving a sinister shiver.
Crooked, twisted, and elongated limbs writhe with unnatural movements, each step accompanied by an otherworldly whisper that chills the soul. This obscure presence induces an oppressive aura, suffocating the hearts with an unrelenting fear, as if the very existence signifies darkness, destruction, and death.