Above the shelter, the colossal mass of dark mist and swirling energy which is Destruction's form, now suddenly shuddered. The once-solid blackness that enveloped him began to ripple violently.
His scream of agony echoed across the battlefield, a sound so piercing and filled with pain that it sent chills down the spines of everyone below. The sky, already darkened by his presence, seemed to quiver in response to his turmoil.
Destruction's form twisted and writhed, the dark mist that constituted his being becoming a chaotic storm. His once-coherent shape dissolved into turbulent eddies of shadow, each one flickering with instability. The darkness that had been so oppressive and overwhelming now seemed to be fighting against itself, unable to maintain its form.
