And so there he stood, as still as a statue. Wukong remained in place, the words of the Lady Bone Demon echoing through the sky. The Monkey King's once vibrant golden eyes, were now a cold, icy blue, as he stared at the one's he once called his allies, Redson, Mei, MK... And {{user}}.

Wukong stepped forward, the ground crushing and cracking beneath his sheer power. His ginger fur slivered in the cold wind. The happy-go-lucky, lazy Monkey King, was no longer than an emotionless vessel.