The ashen sky turned a deep shade of crimson, enveloping the city in a terrifying situation. The altars resisted the change, but to no avail, as the shackles soon shattered.
Psychopathic laughter resounded across the city, instilling fear into the hearts of all that listened, regardless of mental prowess. Arandir smiled thoughtfully before vanishing into thin air, away from the catastrophe that threatened to devastate.
He glanced at Alex once before excusing himself.
It was as if time had come to a stop. The entire world was grey, and only one entity maintained its color; the demon lord, Barzon. His power flourished, regaining its luster. He escaped from the depths of the underworld, wishing to destroy all realms.
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Wicked smile, crooked teeth,
Evil plans, waiting to unsheathe,
Spiraled tail, flapping wings,
Everywhere it goes, destruction it brings,
Bloodshot eyes, powerful jaw
Loves to hack, with sharpened claws.