not too sure what to call it yet

The air was cold, the sky was dark, the land was barren and empty. The only piece of nature in this forgotten land was a tree reaching 12 meters into the sky, it had many branches but no leaves, its bark was grey and devoid of life. There was a figure sitting under the tree, so pale and unmoving that one might think that it's dead. Above this all was a full moon looming over the sky. A black fog appears around the base of the tree, the fog starts to thicken and get darker. The fog starts spinning at a rapid pace, a few breaths of time pass and the fog fractures into multiple pieces. The fragments of the fog start to move as if they're alive, then they start circling around the figure sitting under the tree. The figures eyes open, revealing a set of pitch black eyes. The fog that had been sorrounding the figure starts to seep into its body. A dark light starts to glow around it's body. The figure attempts to stand, but as soon as it moves its legs, the tree starts to move. The trees branches start moving as if trying to rip themselves from the tree. When the figure finally gets on both legs, the branches go still, but then they suddenly get longer and sharper as they stab into the figures body and raise it into the moonlight. No emotion comes from the figure, no screaming, no signs of pain, the figure doesn't even twitch. A dark silver liquid starts to pour out of the figures wounds. This liquid starts to come together to make a shining silver ball. The deathly fog that entered the figure now leaves the figure and enters the silver ball. An ethereal voice calls out. "You've awakened." ---------------------------------------- Eh? What's that feeling? Jinhai felt something going up his left arm. He tried to raise his arm in front of him to get a better look, but he was unable to move even a single finger. He started to get worried and looked down at his arm. A dull silver line was slowly making its way up his arm. !?!?! Jinhai started panicking and tried using all his strength to stop it, but he was too weak, so he just sat there helplessly as he watched the silver line go up his arm and into the center of his chest. When it reached the center of his chest, it stopped and created a silver circle. He then started to feel his arm again, but when he looked down, it had what seemed to be the first stage of the moon, A waxing crescent moon.