Where Daniel's gaze rested, an endless expanse of darkness stretched.
To him, it seemed the world should be bathed in this hue, for he had entirely lost his sanity.
As the profound gloom receded, deep within his soul, bound by the Gene Lock, Daniel distinctly felt a new mark imprinted.
It was the mark of Behemoth, taking the form of a colossal skull, indelibly stamped onto his soul.
The murmured voices informed him: this was the Behemoth Maw!
Daniel realized that this mark would become the mightiest weapon in his arsenal.
Much like how the Behemoth had just devoured countless creatures with a gust, it was a weapon of all-consuming power.
Even if he were to perish now and time were to rewind, such an ability would not fade.
It was gained through the understanding of those murmured voices, akin to knowledge and memory.
No matter how many times time rewound, he could never forget it.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!