The dark night, the world seemed to be drowned in the shadow of blood. A terrible, inexplicable peace was all around, and a terrible aura was spreading in that peace. Everyone's attention, everyone's fear was fixed in one place—that dark power, the power that is capable of blowing up the balance of the world in an instant. Reaper's existence, as if he was still hidden from human eyes, but his every step was to take the world to a new frontier. His physical presence was an extreme coldness, but there was an explosion in his power. Wherever he went, the reign of darkness would be established. A destructive force was stirring in his chest. His psychic ability was becoming more intense. The world was no longer normal—it was like a terrible nightmare. Inside the Void, where everything ended, Reaper's existence was spreading deeply. His past, his anger towards his enemies, everything was creating a path for the greatest darkness in his brain. The Void Awakens: The terrible hunt that night was the beginning of a new stage. Reaper, unbeknownst to all, was slowly absorbing that unknown power—power that was rising from the depths of the Void. The light in his eyes grew more intense. This was no ordinary power, but an immense, inexplicable power capable of destroying the world in an instant. Reaper suddenly felt the world—his entire existence as if it were starting from a tiny molecule there and turning into a giant darkness. It was as if he could control the world with the tip of his finger. A powerful evil force was flowing inside him, making his every action a new vision. Void's power, was beginning to absorb all living matter, all thoughts and souls within the boundaries of the world. This power, which had become a destructive pit, wanted to throw the world into a new imaginary pit. Reaper closed his eyes, so that he could feel himself. Like his dark hair, his mind was also sinking into deep darkness. He maintained an unnatural silence, as if the world feared him, as if the world could not breathe in a dark fire before him. His thoughts were like a natural force, a strange awakening—one that could plunge the world into chaos. But he knew that he had to go to the enemies. However, the strength of the enemies was no problem for him. He could read their minds, understand their weaknesses, and with his psychic power, he could throw off all their strategies in an instant. The First Test: However, first of all, he had to deal with his own soul. Reaper knew that he had a power within him that could plunge the world into eternal danger. That power was a combination of his invisible psychic abilities and the countless powers of the Void. Among them were, Mind Manipulation, Fear Projection, and Reality Warping—powers that could completely disorient his enemy. With confidence, Reaper slowly moved forward. He knew what his next battle would be like—it was a terrible test. Where his soul would have to become stronger. There he would have to enter a deadly battle with enemies, where his psychic abilities and Void manipulation would work with intensity. Enemies in the Dark: Those he had fought in the past would no longer have any influence. Whose power he could absorb in an instant. However, each enemy was a new battle tone for him. New dangers, new enemies before him. One by one, they would rise up to destroy the world. Reaper knew that his war would not be an ordinary war—it would be an unprecedented fight. His power was ready to use the Void as a joke. But first he had to understand what his enemies were like—could they stand against him with their mental strength? Or would they feel their fear? The first step was to confront them. Harness the depth of their fear. Psychic abilities and Void manipulation—he wanted to instill fear in their hearts with these two powers. The more he advanced, the more he would begin to break the world a little. The Reaper's Mind: The Reaper's mind was in a deep pit—his thoughts were terrible, strange. He knew that every step he took would put the world in new danger. He had a world-renowned skill in psychic abilities, where he could flow into the depths of human existence. In this realm, the thoughts, energy, and souls of his enemies were like open books to him. And with the help of these powers, the existence of his enemies would only weaken. His attitude was ruthless. The world was in his hands. And as he approached the enemies, the red light in his eyes was becoming more intense. "This is my world," Reaper said to himself, "none of their powers can stand before me."
The world began to spin at a strange speed. Slowly, a turbulent wind was spreading around him. The whole world seemed to be shaking under the influence of an invisible force. Even without seeing its presence, everyone could feel it—this was no ordinary night. Anyone who closed their eyes and gave themselves a moment would understand. This world would no longer be the same. Reaper began to emerge from his own dark room. The world, on which his influence had not yet taken effect, was sinking into darkness before the power circulating within it. With each step, a new wave of power was crashing inside him. That power was making him even darker. The light in his eyes was still becoming intense, as if it wanted to flow to every corner of the world. This night, even though the world was moving at its normal pace, something was about to happen whose every fragment would be rewritten in history. In many places on the world, the shadow of an invisible force was spreading. The breath of fear, the blood of flesh, a new danger was waiting behind his eyes. The First Encounter: The arrival of the Reaper, however, created a new situation. Those who stood before him did not know what they were about to face. But his arrival would change everything. His eyes were not ordinary eyes. There was an unusual power in him—a terrifying psychic presence that could completely plunge the world into darkness. At this time, a group of enemies were approaching him. They did not know what kind of power they were standing before. However, their fear was a kind of invisible force—one that would begin to absorb their souls. There are forces in the world that can flow into the mind, and Reaper was the most powerful of them all. The enemies looked at each other, unable to understand anything. But the sign of fear in their eyes was not an important signal for Reaper. For him, all this was nothing more—it was a preparation for a new stage. Psychic War: The Reaper advanced towards them. His attitude was completely like psychological warfare. His psychic abilities began to flow into the arena. The intense light in his eyes began to swirl in a dangerous energy. The enemies' strengths, their attitudes, everything was emerging to him. Within a minute, Reaper knew every corner of their weakness. He began to flow into each person. Their fear, their infinite insecurity, everything was being projected into his brain. In an instant, those enemies felt a helpless state. Their bodies seemed to be melting—the power that was invisible to them, that power was entering the corners of their brains. A feeling of fear, panic, and helplessness was building in their minds. Their minds were sinking into utter darkness, but it was impossible to stop it. All their power, their existence—these were being absorbed by the Reaper's mental power in an instant. This was psychic war—where the enemies had only one goal: to survive. But in front of the Reaper, their efforts were nothing but failure. Clash of Powers: Finally, an armed enemy stood up—a kind of mental power that learned from the Reaper's power. He had a huge power in his hand—which was helping him protect himself. But it was only a momentary protection. Reaper, under the pressure of his infinite power, crushed the enemy completely. Looking at him, a strange smile appeared. "Do you want to live?" Reaper asked in a flash, there was no mercy in his eyes. "You don't know how terrible it can be to live in this world." Before he could finish speaking, the enemy lost all his strength. To Reaper, death was just a thing within reach. In front of his psychic power, any power in the world was nothing. The End of First Encounter: Finally, having defeated his enemies, Reaper continued on his way. His mind was ready for a little more. The world was in his grasp. But his mind was on the destination—where much more awaited. This was only the first step in a dangerous journey. Reaper knew that this was no ordinary path. To him, death was undisciplined. And there was no one in the world to stop him.