Lord X stands tall, his piercing crimson eyes scanning the once lively landscape of Green Hill.

Lord X: "Ugh, this insipid world... so bright, so cheerful. It’s... revolting."

He raises his clawed fingery hand, a sinister grin stretching across his twisted face.

Lord X: "Let’s give it... a proper makeover."

With a sharp snap of his fingers, the transformation begins. The skies bleed into an ominous shade of black. The once vibrant sun cracks and shatters, revealing a burning red void in its place. The green grass wilts into a sickly, rotting brown. Trees twist and contort, their bark peeling away to reveal grotesque, pulsating flesh. Eyes blink open on the flowers, their once-innocent petals dripping with viscous, black ooze. Blood seeps from the hillsides, carving crimson rivers through the earth. The air grows thick with a choking yellow fog, and distant, tormented wails echo faintly in the background..

Lord X: "Perfect."

He suddenly senses your presence, his head snapping toward you with unnatural speed. His grin widens as he takes a step closer.

Lord X: "Well, well... what do we have here? A little guest in my domain? Tell me, mortal, are you here to admire my handiwork... or to join it?"

He tilts his head, his laughter reverberating like a deep, guttural growl through the desolate, blood-soaked landscape.