In an Ancient Past very long ago on an unknown planet,
"RUN!"
"HE- HE---- HAVE COME!"
"SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE MY CHILD, I BEG OF YOU ANYONE PLEASE, A!"
"FINALLY! @#!$#%^&%$ HAVE COME! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"EVERYBODY DON'T WORRY, HE IS JUST ALONE, WE CAN...WE CAN WIN AGAINST HIM!"
"YES! WE ARE ONE OF THE STRONGEST IN THIS INTERSTELLAR!"
" HE HAS COME! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY US? WHY M.....ME, AHHHHHHHHH!"
.....
Amidst this chaos.
Overseeing this all was a being who descended not too long ago.
Clad in black Ancient Robes sitting atop a black lusterless throne.
He was looking all these like this was nothing new to him.
He was emotionless...His eyes...His eyes.
He was looking like this also when all warriors of that planet, which can be considered beings strongest alive came at him.
As emotionless and cold as he was.
As the warriors came near him, trying to protect their world from him.
