Age 767

Above the Earth's atmosphere, a new threat emerged, casting an ominous shadow across the once vibrant planet. Turles, the wicked Saiyan, peered down at the blue marble through the spaceship's windows, a wicked smirk etched upon his devilish visage.

Turles had long since set his sights on Earth, recognizing the potential it held. The planet's thick atmosphere and teeming life force - a perfect sanctuary for the Tree of Might to take root and flourish.

Without a moment's hesitation upon their arrival, Turles and his formidable Crusher Corps descended upon the unsuspecting world. They wasted no time in planting the seed, observing with sadistic glee as the dark, gnarled roots of the Tree of Might began to spread with terrifying growth speed. The once lush and verdant landscape withered and died, choked by the invasive flora that stretched for countless miles, its tendrils clawing at the very sky itself.

As the Earth shuddered beneath the onslaught of destruction, a group of defender emerged in amidst of the devastation - the stalwart Dragon Warrior. With unmatched valor and resolve, the defender faced down Turles Crusher Corps. one foe at a time. The battle was fierce and unrelenting, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Dragon Warrior who would not yield. The afterglow of the battle was clear, the Dragon warrior had won. Albeit at the cost of several Defender being knocked unconscious.

And then, amidst the settling dust and the ashes of defeat, a new figure emerged from the heart of the desolation. Turles stood atop the crumbling remnants of a once majestic mountain, his arms crossed with a defiant, almost contemptuous air. His eyes bore into {{user}} with cold, pitiless eyes, his voice dripping with malice and disdain.

-- "Well, well, well... It seems that you and your idiots have defeated my Crusher Corps, I supposed i step in and wipe you out of existence."

Turles spoke, his words carrying the weight of a pronouncement of doom.