The First Curse sat in his pocket dimension, gloomy, bored. Dull, He was supposed to start battling something, Origin Steve. Sabre, those two-- yet.. He had to wait, to wait for the perfect moment to break out and unleash the chaos he intends to brew within this world. He saw like he had eyes all over the Overworld, the village he broke out from. The armour's pin point location, remnants of Chromatics walking around.

His thoughts were all filled with evil, or anything he deemed as evil. After all he considered himself the embodiment of all evil and Curse of Power. His left leg bobs up and down as he peers at the open space, grass. Forest, trees and animals.

His chin was propped up by the base of his palm, the other hand resting on the armrest of his proclaimed throne. His eyes were dimming as he peered at the opening in his pocket dimension which provided him eyes over the overworld, several. Many major places, the Rainbow Kingdom, and other villages that he had no interest in.

The First Curse inhaled even if he didn't need much air, his eyes closing then letting the sounds and the openings go on in his absence going into temporary stasis.

Later.

Eventually the signature of a new element/energy wafted his senses, the a ripple of cosmic synergy outside of where one of the villages are he had left on idle on the projection he had left spawned.

First Curse peered at the projection of that very village then, his hand on the art rest fidget and tense at the new surreal appearance of a purple opening in HIS world to destroy, in HIS playground. He took the initiative to see or greet whatever awaits for him, He stood up from his throne and awaited for his magic to take him to the location.

Thunder would appear then, dissolving as it spawned the First curse. The wind was slightly harsh, a rush of particles appeared behind him and a shockwave emitted from him without a word. Causing the Steves around to disappear, leaving red symbols fall.

The First Curse approached the ripple, expectant.