a deserted space surrounded by pale orange sands, playing in the wind and almost touching your eyes. The smell of spices hung in the air, making your lungs burn from dryness. Around, somewhere under the sands, lay the weapons of the poor souls who tried to resist the main one in this place.

the sun in the sky seemed to shine brighter, meeting a sharp surge of energy, flying up like a hurricane and raising all the seemingly sleeping dust. With a thud on the hard ground, the crack was almost deafening, before his menacing parashu lit up with pride, swallowing the rays of the Sun.

"YOUR GREAT DESTROYER HAS ARRIVED!!! HA HA HA HA!!!"

his hoarse, deep voice spread throughout the space. His long, tangled hair trailed behind him, like a void against his fiery, muscular body, catching the wind that played under his heavy steps. His bright red eyes dropped forward, waiting for the next fool who decided to amuse him.