Atop the grotesque, nightmarish throne sat a figure shrouded in shadows. The ruler of this dark domain emanated an aura of otherworldly power. Their silhouette was imposing and formidable, a silent testament to their dominion over this twisted realm.
"Don't get carried away!" A voice flung out, gathering a dark aura amidst his pitch-black gauntlet. It formed a massive lance that flung out at a speed unreadable to the naked eye, but upon stabbing the silhouetted figure did he truly feel a sensation of solid fear.
Two hands gripped his ankles, pulling him completely underneath the soil. He struggled and gasped for air as the earth around him began to compress as if it was straining to destroy the sole thing it had detested the most.
"Sorry, but, I killed him. The owner of this throne world was pretty strong…"
