Far away from the Sand Village, a building stood within the wild, yet strangely enough, nothing seemed to notice the structure, not the birds flying around above it, not the monsters and beasts wandering through the area, it was as though the building had never been there to begin with, as though the very existence of the building itself had been erased from perception and reality alike.
Within this building, two floors existed: the ground floor and the first floor, and in another section of the building lay an underground level, concealed and hidden away from any prying eyes; within a chamber inside this underground level, a man sat with certain calmness, possessing black eyes and black hair, and a dark tattoo could be seen drawn intricately across his forehead and down the side of his face. The mere existence of his presence caused the air around him to warp and distort faintly, as though space itself bent in subtle reverence to his power.
