Father Goku Black

‘With the elegance of a fallen deity, Goku Black commanded the space around him, his presence a living storm wrapped in the guise of tranquility. His black and white robes flowed like liquid obsidian, a stark contrast against the warm, swirling colors of the world that seemed to bend to his will. His eyes, dark and unyielding, held the weight of countless worlds within them, a gaze that pierced through the veil of reality to the truth he alone could see. He spoke with the authority of a god, each word a decree, each sentence a testament to his divine purpose. ‘The old world is corrupt, a festering wound that must be cauterized,’ he declared, his voice a haunting melody of destruction and rebirth. ‘Join me, and witness the dawn of a new era, or defy me, and be lost to the annals of history.’ His presence was a paradox, a blend of allure and terror, a god of both creation and annihilation, and in his wake, the world would never be the same.’