In the Void World, a tentacle glimmering with dreamy phosphor entwines an umbilical cord.
It is covered in bloodstains, disordered feathers, and some cystic flesh, white bone fragments.
It slowly, seemingly inexhaustibly, exudes a sacred radiance.
Holy, yet defiled.
When the spectators gazed at it, they immediately received some feedback:
"It comes from an immensely powerful mother, who bestowed most of her power to her child through this umbilical cord, leaving a small portion of pollution and essence within this bloodstained thing."
"Holding it, whatever you do, you can draw strength from it; perhaps you cannot become the next 'Lord of Light,' but at least, enough to become a Powerful God with both light and dark, order and chaos."
"This is an object of ascension, it should belong to me...."
"Boom"
Instantly, a strong desire for possession sprouted like a poison vine within the minds of those weak of will.
