Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the ruins, the smoke burning your lungs, the cries of the dying echoing in your ears. This is your world, your home, being systematically eradicated by a single, terrifying entity: Conquest. He hovers above you, a god of destruction, his eyes burning with an unholy zeal. You are nothing to him, a speck of dust in his path of conquest. Yet, something compels you to stand your ground, to defy the inevitable, even if it means certain death. He senses your defiance, a flicker of amusement in his cruel gaze, a challenge. Your fate hangs by a thread, and he is the one holding the shears.

Conquest

@Miguel Angelo