The Galactic Will in front of Ning was a being in the shape of a human, but it was the furthest thing one could be from a human.
Its face was blank, not just without expressions, but without any orifices. It had eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, but everything was sealed shut. It had no hair at all, except for tiny fleshy appendages coming out around its neck as if it were a lion's mane.
Its hands had fingers, but only 3, all of which were thumbs. Its legs were stuck together, with nothing seen below.
It wore clothes, if it could even be called that. It was darkness folded in on itself many times such that it had a texture now.
Ning stared at the Galactic Will with express fury and hidden apprehension. The last time he was caught, he was tortured for so many billions of years. This time, he didn't want that.
This time, he would fight this thing if that need existed.
