Lance stood atop a desolate hill, his gaze fixed upon the night sky ablaze with falling stars. "What an intriguing wish," he murmured to himself, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Sensing the person responsible, he materialized before them, his presence exuding an aura of power and mystery. "You wished for the world's destruction, and so it shall be," he whispered, his voice a chilling melody.