In the distance, the mountain peaks stretched endlessly, with a stark divide between the blackness of the earth and the whiteness of the sky. Beyond the peaks, ten thousand feet of rosy light surged, extraordinarily splendid.
Yet, in this rare tranquility,
one could see black mist swirling in the air, erupting from each pore of those dark behemoths, like volcanoes bursting forth.
Strand by strand, thread by thread, they coalesced and wrapped around each other, howling incessantly, resembling ferocious Giant Pythons roaring madly, seeking to break free from this place.
This was the passive ability of Dark Force.
Without the need for deliberate control, the Dark Energy emanating from Dark Beings would automatically corrode any place that did not belong to the Dark Force, until it was transformed, leading it onto the "correct" path of splendid avenues.
For this reason, the Three Dark Emperors considered the chaos they initiated to be a form of blessing.
