In a world where everything is dark and the sound of howling souls could be heard, sat a man with no color. His entire being is colorless, almost as if he is allergic to color.
Hovering before him is a large sword with a thick black blade. On the surface of this blade, a liquid substance made from what appears to be souls shimmered, making it look eerie and otherworldly.
From time to time, the heads of ghostly apparitions would try to force their way out of the sword, their howls and painful screams filling the place. However, no matter how hard they tried, their struggle was futile.
Watching these souls struggle to come out only to fail, the man couldn't help grinning from ear to ear.
"Fear not, once Master allows me to become a god, your pitiful souls will become my food and fuel to dominate even Celestials," Gorr, the god butcher, said with an evil grin.
