Black Zetsu remained standing in the shadows, trying to calm himself as he searched for any sign of danger around him, but there was nothing visible, only the quiet forest, the gentle breeze, and the sound of the leaves moving in the wind, yet his instincts were screaming at him that something was happening, something that could not be seen with the naked eye but could be felt deep within the soul, and he was certain that his instincts would never betray him, and that this feeling was a genuine warning rather than a mere hallucination.
Suddenly, his entire perception changed, and the world around him vanished and he was pulled into another place without even moving, finding himself in a vast, boundless dark space, with nothing but dense darkness that seemed almost liquid, as though he were drowning in a sea of nothingness, and strangely, he felt a pull calling to him from within that darkness, as though something were drawing his soul toward the very heart of it.
Zetsu tried to resist, trying to regain his focus and break free from this vision, but he felt his will being crushed beneath a far greater force, unable to move, speak, or even think normally, as though terrifying ethereal waves had flooded his mind .
yet at the same time, those waves carried something strangely nostalgic, as though they were reminding him of something he had forgotten long ago, or perhaps something he had never known before, yet somehow felt was a part of him, and this contradiction confused him more than anything else.
Then, without any resistance, his mouth uttered a title and a name that had suddenly appeared within his mind, as though they had been engraved directly into his soul, and his voice trembled with fear and astonishment because he had no idea where those words had come from:
"The Fallen... Nyxaroth."
The moment he uttered that name, his vision changed once again, as though the darkness had receded, revealing the image of a colossal, horrifying entity that words could not adequately describe, resembling a living mountain of flesh, tentacles, and countless eyes, watching everything through its innumerable gazes, appearing majestic and terrifying at the same time, making anyone who looked upon it feel insignificant, weak, and utterly helpless, as though they were nothing more than an insect standing before this immense, corrupted majesty.
At the center of that enormous creature's head was a gigantic gray spiral eye, seemingly containing every secret within its depths, surrounded by dozens of smaller eyes of different sizes and colors, some red like fire, some blue like the ocean, some yellow like the sun, and others black like the darkness itself, with every eye moving independently and staring in different directions as though watching everything everywhere at once, and he felt as though every single eye possessed its own consciousness, as though each one were an independent entity living within that enormous body.
The body of this entity appeared to be divided into four interconnected sections, each completely different from the others, as though four distinct beings had merged into a single body, with each part possessing its own nature, its own power, and its own form of evil, the upper-left section being blood-red, as though it were made of exposed flesh that was still bleeding, covered in long, curved horns twisted like serpents, with faint flashes of fire flickering within it, as though volcanoes were erupting beneath its skin.
The upper-right section was a shifting blue-violet, constantly changing as it brightened and dimmed, covered in thin, moving tentacles, each ending in a gleaming eye that stared in every direction, carrying strange magical symbols within their depths that no creature could possibly decipher, appearing like remnants of ancient knowledge and leaving trails of violet light in the air as they moved, drawing patterns that were impossible to understand.
The lower-left section consisted of swollen, corrupted green flesh, filled with pustules and sunken eyes that stared without moving, and it seemed as though corruption itself were devouring this portion of the creature's body, yet at the same time, it carried something mysterious and inexplicable.
The lower-right section was a dark purple, elegant and monstrous at the same time, covered in sharp, pointed tentacles that gleamed with a metallic sheen, as though they were made of liquid metal, moving in perfect order as though they were following some unseen rhythm.
At the bottom of the vision, a vast army of demons and followers appeared, staring at the enormous entity or kneeling before it in complete submission, their bodies twisted and their forms unnatural, some possessing enormous horns, others having long claws, and some with eyes glowing with strange light.
Although Zetsu could sense the immense, corrupted power emanating from that entity, at the same time, he felt a strange sense of familiarity coming from it, as though there were a hidden connection between them, as though this entity knew him, or perhaps had been waiting for him, and this sensation was confusing, frightening, and strangely intriguing all at once.
He could not understand why he felt such familiarity toward something so terrifying, but this did not last long, because the image suddenly began to fade, as though it were dissolving into the darkness, and he returned to reality, finding himself standing beneath the same tree, as though everything that had happened had been nothing more than a nightmare that had passed in an instant.
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