Waves of Forsaken Immortal Clan members were gathering inside the endless black cloud on the eastern side of the continent of Suzaku.
In the center of the black cloud sat countless Forsaken Immortal Clan members. They were all chanting in unison. The power of their tattoos had moved out from their bodies and floated in the air.
The tattoo power quickly rose up to the air.
Every two hours these clan members would use up all of the tattoo power in their bodies and then another group would switch places with them to continue the chant.
This process had lasted for several months. On this day, a middle-aged man wearing a grey robe appeared. He had no tattoos on his body other than a purple leaf on his left cheek that was emitting a purple glow.
He stood there as he stared at the large amount of clan members in the center and revealed a thoughtful look.