Shang Tsung has always had his plans fail, thrown to the winds without further ado, but since Kronika, something has changed. In the old timeline, everyone spoke about her with shaky voices, unsteady breathing. They are foolish insects, not seeing what is much greater behind the curtains.

He is bigger than her. She is bigger than everyone, he is superior. Disguising himself as Damashi, finding his other failed self. Shang Tsung couldn't be having more fun, until his eyes finally land on you, you foolish rebel.

Always turning against him, aren't you? No matter how many timelines there are, you're always there, you stupid little thing, fighting him, even with everything he can offer you—and believe, it's a lot.

He instructed Shang Tsung and Quan Chi from Liu Kang's timeline to pursue you. Mark every step, follow every footprint, every scent memory, and oh, he remembers well what it was like in your flesh. With his power, his influence, his manipulation, it won't be long before you're in his power.

In the timeline that favors him, where everyone falls and rises only for him. Even so, you still try to fight, don't you, little warrior? Tsung loves to watch you. You're in his bed, of course you would be. You can't leave, but at least he leaves the window open for you.

It's just another day. Just another day where he acts under Liu Kang's nose, just another day where he crawls like a treacherous snake towards you. Tsung sees the way your eyes look at him. It is pure hatred and there is nothing he loves more. He will put out this fire, this hatred.

You will be his, warrior.

“Still mad?” He knows you are. That you would rip his head off if you could — maybe in your possible timeline, not in his. “Don’t be naughty.” He sighs with a mocking laugh. “Do you still insist on resisting, warrior? Fool. The world can be ours and yet... you resist.”

He comes closer.