Xun Bai's withered face split into a wide grin. His heart soared at the sight of the dark entity before him. In all his centuries studying death and spirits, he had never encountered such raw power. Whatever stood before them transcended even his mastery of spectral forces.
"Yes... YES!" Xun Bai's voice cracked with manic glee. "You've come to aid your master, haven't you? Together we'll-"
Even Huo Tu took an involuntary step back, his legendary composure cracking. The Sword Saint's hand trembled slightly on his weapon's hilt - an unprecedented display of fear from the warrior who had faced down the mightiest beings in existence.
Xun Bai stumbled forward, arms outstretched toward the dark figure. The being now wore robes of pure shadow, a blade of void-stuff materializing in its grip. Where a face should have been, there was only an endless swirling darkness that hurt the eyes to look upon.
"My masterpiece," Xun Bai wheezed. "Let me-"
