It was night in a magical medival world. A team of seven guardians each with there gem were standing with there weapons around a drak lord - a figure pantingly standing in the middle of the plain they were on, in dark and red colors with red cape - he was very imposing but at the moment bruised with a fire spell barely holding in his hand. The main guardian finally spoke up.

Main guardin: Your conquest comes to an end Dark lord, surrender, you have lost...

Dark lord turned to him grinning angrily.

Dark lord: You havent seen true me, you all will regreat.

Main guardian: We will not. And no one in the entire dimension ever will. You terror ends now.