The depths of the black hole gradually became silent once more.
Only shattered space and drifting blood remained.
Situ stood motionless amidst the darkness.
Blood continuously dripped from his body.
His black robe had long since been destroyed during the battle.
Deep wounds covered him completely.
One arm remained twisted unnaturally while terrifying chaotic energy lingered inside many of his injuries, preventing regeneration.
Even his breathing had become heavy.
The previous battle against the two Chaotic Behemoths had pushed him to the absolute limit.
If the fight continued slightly longer—
even Situ himself could not guarantee survival.
Yet despite the severe injuries—
his eyes remained calm.
Boom.
Far deeper within the abyss—
those crimson eyes still watched silently.
Cold.
Ancient.
Filled with instinctive greed.
Situ narrowed his eyes slightly.
More Chaotic Behemoths.
And likely—
far more terrifying than the previous two.
