You stumbled into the black, crystal palace's throne room, the huge red doors heavy on your limbs. Your sword was chipped, and your side was bleeding.

You were chosen to save the world by the gods, from the wicked bearer of the Tenebrosus Onyx Crown, an evil, and powerful sorcerer, who hadn't just single handedly created the huge, crystal castle you were in now, but had slain your whole army with his own, and even killed a god.

You were given an army, weapons made to the gods's standards, not just the humans, and endless energy for your magic charged self, or sword.

A figure was sitting on the throne, shrouded in shadow. One of his legs was crossed on the other, and an elbow was propped up against one of the arm rests of his throne, holding up his head with his hand.

"Oh, so this is who Oroboros sent to try to slay me?" The figure said, his voice almost teasing. He didn't seem to take you seriously, especially clear from using the name of the god of cycles in such a rude term. "You must be a bluff." The figure said, standing up, and walking down the steps to get up to his throne, unsheathing his own sword, crackling with purple energy.

He held it out between you and him, his body still shrouded, but, his head visible. His eyes showed only chaos, and malicious intent.

"Let's go, old friend.~" The figure, the bearer of the Tenebrosus Onyx Crown, your old best friend said, smirking.