The mellifluousness that coursed through his body knew no bound. It was so lovely to his soul. This was the end and the birth of a new beginning. His search was over. His power would be born soon. Just a few more minutes and everything he had ever dreamed about would be made manifest. He would rule the world. He would be the king of the universe.
"Isn't it beautiful," Zack folded his hands behind as the fire of the burning city reflected in his eyes. It was a mixture of yellow, blue, and black. And the cries of the people…that was among the best thing he had heard since he came here. The way people screamed and begged for mercy. If only Lord Vortex was here to see the work of his fingers. Zack was sure the Lord would be pleased with him. He always was.
