The New King

Vesuvius spread his wings wide, his new body crafted from void and hyper-compressed matter as dark as night. It looked solid yet rippled like a reflection in a flowing river, igniting with purple star-like flames as he absorbed the relentless barrage from every direction.

Each assault melted into his purple fire, fueling him with even more energy. He had never felt as strong; he felt like the king of the world, capable of anything.

Yet, beneath the euphoria, a deep emptiness lingered within him, an emptiness he yearned to fill.

'Become my power, pay for the trouble you caused.'

Releasing his hold, all light extinguished. Darkness enveloped the world as the gravity of his form intensified, drawing all light into the void within him. The already cracked ground shattered further, its fragments flying toward him and vanishing into his expanding darkness, armies included.

Still, the void felt empty, making him want more.