Hundreds of millions of years ago.
On a dark and cold planet covered all around in a blanket of dark lightning clouds.
…
"So, this is the end," A deep, unspeakably dominant voice, echoed lowly upon the hard rocky floor.
The sound waves of the voice bounced off the walls of a large and dimly lit cave.
The owner of the voice stood outside the cave, imposing and dominating with his tall yet frail figure.
He was humanoid, and he was tall, really tall. He stood up to nearly eight feet in height.
But his figure no longer held the suppressive power it once had. His muscles had weakened and his bones were weak.
He was still muscular for an elderly looking person, but one could tell that in his prime, he was much bigger than this.
This figure was Jin.
The Purger.
The sixth Primordial Lion.
Jin…was tired.
His face was now wrinkled and worn down by time to paint a sorrowful face. A being who had once pushed his own race to the peak of strength.
The bane of all that was weak.
