The surroundings were deathly silent, with a biting cold pressure coming from all directions. There was no light, only some vague and massive, extremely strange silhouettes swimming slowly in the darkness.
Some dragged giant tails covered with bone spikes, some opened giant mouths filled with fangs, with forms somewhere between huge beetles and writhing mollusks, exuding an ancient suffocating aura.
Is this...the Devonian?
In the depths of this dark, cold, survival-of-the-fittest primordial ocean, a feeble "spirit" bearing the breath of chaotic life was born.
It was not a divinity nurtured by heaven and earth, more like a strand of will carrying the primordial wildness of life and the cyclic laws of disease, accidentally condensed during the cruel competition, death, decay, and rebirth processes of countless primitive beings.
