The desolate wilderness was devoid of any vegetation. Cracked earth, dried-up riverbeds, and flowing streams of molten lava stretched endlessly. Toxic fumes permeated the air, rendering the world even more barren.
In the center of the wasteland stood a colossal creature.
It stood tens of meters tall, its entire body covered in densely packed tentacles, reminiscent of the drooping branches and leaves of ancient trees. Except these "branches" were alive, flailing wildly in all directions, occasionally sweeping up rocks and clumps of earth, obliterating them into dust.
Except for one tentacle located beneath its eye socket.
This particular tentacle's tip held a faint green, illusory knife that was patiently carving away at a colorful mark in the creature's forehead. Around this tentacle, dozens of pitch-black eyeballs and mouths of varying sizes clustered closely, engaged in chaotic discussion.
"This is the feeling... the ability to destroy all rules!"
