There was a deep dark cave somewhere in the world. Dim candlelight illuminated its interior, revealing a black pool from which inky smoke rose into the air. Occasionally, a ferocious face surfaced on the liquid, letting out ear-piercing wails.  0

Beside the black pool sat an old man in robes emblazoned with a blood-red eye. The eye would occasionally shift around as though it was a living creature, a strange sight to behold. The old man was none other than the Spirit Eye Underworld King.1

His eyes were currently focused on the black pool, and a strange and unpredictable luster shone in his eyes. He waved his hand lightly, and a huge figure slowly walked out of the darkness.0

The candlelight made it just bright enough to see that the figure was twisted and grotesque, leaking boundless amounts of corruption from its body. It was an Other.0

However,...0