Trash Skills
The Plaza of Almenara had always been a place full of storms and thunder, and a moonless sky filled with stars.
But for the first time, a green sun seemed to come up, shining the farthest corners of the Plaza. There was no sunrise, and apparently, no sunset. The sun's existence was like a lone snowflake, appearing and vanishing, ever-elusive from eyes. Only a greenish hue lingered as the starry night, dense clouds, and ghastly atmosphere came back within the Plaza.
Atop of the mountain, the twelve pillars still towered, but the limestone floor had disappeared. The Disco Light had vanished, and even the boombox couldn't be seen anywhere. At the center of the vast platform, surrounded by the pillars, Viscount Sugaar hovered with its tail covered in coils of wind. And under its tail was a crater, hundreds of feet deep. A few green lightning bolts and howling of wind could be seen and heard coming out of the crater.
Shuuuuuuuu!