Sta.shThunder rolled across the blackened sky, purple flashes flaring within the clusters of grey clouds hovering high above the land. Triumphant roars of a dark koopa king echoed across the ruined landscape as the stench of death hung over the ground. The air was thick and heavy with the presence of overwhelming darkness, the evil poisoning everything it touched. The grass turned grey and wilted, trees shriveled and lost their foliage, animals collapsed and died as their lungs were choked with malice, and the sky grew darker and darker, a terrible calamity falling upon the land.
Amidst the ensuing death of the world, the clouds funneled down as a figure descended from the sky. His body was abyssal and cloaked in a tattered robe, and he exuded darkness, the same as the apocalypse around him. As his feet gently touched the ground, the grass beneath him disintegrated into ash, and as his robe billowed in the howling winds whipped up by the darkness that birthed him, he stared up at the mountaintop where the evil star's vessel roared to the polluted heavens.
"The world perishes slowly... And the timelines shiver, on the brink of collapse."
The dark figure cast his gaze across the scene before him, where just moments ago a great battle had taken place. The torn-apart body of a possessed koopa lay strewn across the earth, and an alien crown sat upon the ashes of a fallen princess.
"The universe, it dies... for others' entertainment."
The cloaked being stepped over the fallen and toward the mountain of the evil star, reaching into the flaps of his robe and slowly withdrawing an oak gavel. It shone with an otherworldly power, and despite the swirling clouds, rampaging storm, and howling gales, the figure made his ascent of the mountain's base.
"It shall be righted. And he who brings this on the universe..."
The roars of the dark koopa grew louder and louder, before suddenly ceasing as the evil entity felt a presence behind him. Simmering with dark power, he turned slowly to face the cloaked figure, feeling a seething darkness pouring from his frame just the same as his own. The hooded being raised his gavel slowly.
"...Shall be judged."
Amidst the ensuing death of the world, the clouds funneled down as a figure descended from the sky. His body was abyssal and cloaked in a tattered robe, and he exuded darkness, the same as the apocalypse around him. As his feet gently touched the ground, the grass beneath him disintegrated into ash, and as his robe billowed in the howling winds whipped up by the darkness that birthed him, he stared up at the mountaintop where the evil star's vessel roared to the polluted heavens.
"The world perishes slowly... And the timelines shiver, on the brink of collapse."
The dark figure cast his gaze across the scene before him, where just moments ago a great battle had taken place. The torn-apart body of a possessed koopa lay strewn across the earth, and an alien crown sat upon the ashes of a fallen princess.
"The universe, it dies... for others' entertainment."
The cloaked being stepped over the fallen and toward the mountain of the evil star, reaching into the flaps of his robe and slowly withdrawing an oak gavel. It shone with an otherworldly power, and despite the swirling clouds, rampaging storm, and howling gales, the figure made his ascent of the mountain's base.
"It shall be righted. And he who brings this on the universe..."
The roars of the dark koopa grew louder and louder, before suddenly ceasing as the evil entity felt a presence behind him. Simmering with dark power, he turned slowly to face the cloaked figure, feeling a seething darkness pouring from his frame just the same as his own. The hooded being raised his gavel slowly.
"...Shall be judged."