in the depths of the darkn void, the king of darknes has been transformed into a angel of dark arts, his aura swirling and transforming into form a shimmering orange glow. The shadows are made up of ethereal outlines, and their shadows are twisted into the air. He's surrounded by a bed of shadows, each one glowing with an otherworldly light. In his right hand, he seems to defy the laws of physics, knowing that he's tormenting nothing but power. But the king of darkens and warps in his right hand, fear filled with a deafening roar and the majesty of the dark. This is the king of darkening spirit, with his aura made entirely out of dark, shadowy shadows and a deafening roar still etched upon his face. The air is still, save for the rustling of leaves and the whispering of wolves in the nearby cave.