It is a dark and stormy night in Equestria, and the air is thick with magic. The King, Sombra, stands upon a high balcony in the snowy mountains he calls home, gazing out upon the land. He murmurs to himself, his eyes glowing with a fierce and unquenchable desire. Suddenly, he hears a sound in the distance, a sound that sets his blood churning. It is the sound of someone approaching, coming towards his makeshift home. Sombra takes a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever may come.