Dreams of Destruction
I awoke in a cage. A cage made of powerful electric bars that I could not penetrate despite being in the form of The Thunder Dragon. They were powerfully closed around me, and after breathing fire upon them, no effect was shown.
Looking forward, the sky was black, yet with my night vision, I could see many monsters walking and running about while screaming at each other with their horrid faces full of razor-sharp teeth. They were the demons of the past, yet I knew we weren't in the underworld. Big Pinky would be here otherwise.
Beyond, in the distance, was Yong Yungari, in a similar situation. She sat in a meditative state, eyes closed, and seemingly unphased by our situation. And we weren't alone. Also captured in this deathly predicament was Superhero Number One; The Son of the Gun, to my right, and Cahoki to my left. There was no sign of Jacob, Rayan, or Ziva. Just we four locked up waiting for whatever may come.