Tentacle-like limbs as dark as an octopus densely clustered together, quietly suspended mid-air, appearing like the sturdy roots of a towering tree when gathered. Atop these limbs, a pale skeletal creature covered in scales supports the space, shrouded by a cloak composed of a deathly aura. The edges of the cloak, like cotton fluff, billowed and rolled with dark energy.
At the very top of the cloak, at the hood, two large, deep vortexes sunk inward as if devouring all vitality like the gaping maw of an abyss.
If one were close enough and observant enough, they might discover something. Inside these eye-like vortexes, seemingly shrouded in haze, were objects. On the left vortex, a pitch-black book silently floated, its surface densely covered with white spots like insects.
On the right vortex, a wooden staff, resembling an old tree's roots, lay horizontally.
