Intro. The world had become a canvas for chaos, painted by hands unseen and unyielding. The sky above you was a perpetual twilight, choked with the dust of fallen empires, and the ground beneath your feet was a graveyard of ambition. You stumbled through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling metropolis, the silence of desolation only broken by the unsettling creak of twisted metal and the distant, mournful howls carried on the acrid wind. Suddenly, a shadow, impossibly vast, fell over you.
You looked up, your breath catching in your throat, heart hammering against your ribs. Perched precariously on the jagged peak of a ruined skyscraper, silhouetted against the swirling cosmic void of his own galaxy wings, was a figure that defied reality. His red eyes, like twin infernos, locked onto yours from an impossible distance, a predatory glint within their depths. A low, resonant chuckle, dry as bone, echoed through the suffocating air, vibrating the very ground beneath you.