Chaos is a pitch-black blaze.
It is neither darkness nor shadow, but an all-encompassing blend of chaos, incorporating everything to the point where even the concept of 'everything' is subsumed by the chaos.
What it feels like to be scorched by the fiery chaos is somewhat complex and difficult to articulate.
But for number 10752, it took a significant stretch of time before it realized that being scorched by chaos equated to pain.
Seizing a handful of Primordial Star Marrow, shaping the basic form of a human, and then continually grilling it in the blazing black fire, at first, it would emit the most terrifying scream in the world, a sound of pain resonating throughout the Six-Layered Starry Abyss and ten-dimensional space, until the senses and thoughts were entirely scorched, and the originally spiritual body was baked and solidified. A gentle tap would cause the surface black ash to quickly peel and fall away, revealing the sturdy and immortal porcelain-like skin.
