Army Of Death
Inian was amid flame and the reeking stench of burning flesh. He was sitting on the debris of a stone building that had crumbled down in Trok City.
He looked up and could see the black plumes of smoke rising at different locations throughout the city.
He was in his kingly form with great feathery wings and a glowing body that emanated wrath and power.
Kneeling at his feet were four monsters also emanating ridiculous power. One of them was a creature with no eyes but had a sleek body and a long black tail. It spoke, "my liege, we have been waiting for this day for so long. Why not just release us into the world to wreak havoc?"
Inian looked up to the bleak sky and answered, "humans are wrily creatures, Mornbeast. I don't want you four to underestimate them; after all, you're the ones who lead my armies. You've each been given powerful names by the monsters underneath you. Use your heads!"