105 Devil Realm (1)

In the ruins of what appeared to be a once prosperous city, a man slowly opened his eyes. His vision met with a horrifying and macabre sight before him, stretching out as far as the eye could see were mountains of dried-up and ripped bodies. It was as if the very breath of life had been drained from them, leaving behind a haunting graveyard of broken souls. The ghastly scene was harrowing, emanating a chilling aura.

The man's appearance was seemingly suspended between youth and maturity. His age was impossible to ascertain, but his features carried an enigmatic quality. Strands of hair, stark white against the surrounding darkness, fell across his forehead and cascaded down his back, defying any natural explanation.

The man had piercing yellow eyes, flickering with an ominous light. They gazed out from beneath heavy lids. The intensity in his gaze seemed to transcend the physical realm, drawing you in and sending a shiver down your spine.