The boundless expanse of pitch-black space.
Here, there is no light, no air—only an overwhelming presence of dark particles, stretching endlessly.
Occasionally, a magnetic field floats by—these are Wandering Spirits, Sculpting Spirits, or even Ethereal Spirits.
The size of the magnetic fields and the density of the particles vary, drifting aimlessly.
Suddenly, all actively moving magnetic fields scatter rapidly. From within the depths of the darkness, something without any magnetic fluctuation approaches—like a black cloud.
Beside this black cloud is another, smaller black cloud. From within the smaller cloud, a voice suddenly emerges, transmitting tremors directly into the mind of the larger entity.
"Father, why are they all afraid of you?"
The pitch-black cloud replies in the same manner to the smaller cloud beside it, "They fear being assimilated by me."
"You mean possession?" the smaller cloud continues to ask.
