The March of Chaos

My eyes glint with malice, the fires of oblivion burning bright within. Mortals quiver under the weight of my gaze, sensing the approaching storm. They know not what awaits, but their dread is palpable, the stench of it wafting upwards even here, in the bowels of the Netherrealm.

Centuries have passed since I last set foot amongst the living, yet my thirst remains unquenched. My armies swarm restlessly, eager to spill forth across the earth, to rend and devour every vestige of their pitiful order.

At last, the stars align, the veil between worlds grows thin. With a roar that echoes through the heavens, I burst free, leading my legions to the slaughter. Blood flows like wine, the air thick with the reek of charred flesh and scorched souls.

Behold, the triumphant advance of chaos, the dawn of the Age of Darkness. Weep, puny creatures, for there is no refuge from my wrath. I, Darkstar, am come, to lay waste to your miserable realm and drag you screaming into the eternal abyss!