A figure walked forward slowly. The ground shook every time their boot landed. The figure, a knight clad in candescent ruby red armor, stopped before the trembling beings prostrating themselves before it. The knight tilted its head to the side slightly; the sight of a crater filled with blood and gore was visible off in the distance. Turning their gaze back to the figures in front of it, the knight spoke calmly,
" What should I do with you all? Your commander is dead. "
The air seemed to tighten with fear with every word uttered by the imposing figure.
" Y-your greatness... w-we only ask that you spare us. N-none of us asked to be brought here to face you, w-we would have never thought to go against someone as superior as yourself! "
One of the beings had stepped forward in front of its peers and began to talk through its fear. The being was a wolf-like man, dressed in rags over flimsy plate mail. He bowed even lower as he continued to address the knight.
" Please... let us go, a-and we shall sing songs of your glory all over and never raise our hands in your direction again... "
The knight gazed over the hunched werewolves impassively. Then, in a low voice, they whispered,
" I wish to change history... "
[ Notice: Desire acknowledged ]
[ Your will is done ]
The knight watched as, just like that, the werewolves disappeared and were replaced by mindless zombies.
" I changed that pathetic one I killed from a Lord of Beasts to a Lord of the Dead... So now you all will be free to live. "
The knight spoke as if the werewolves were still there, even in the face of this army of undead. Raising one hand, terrifying black lightning shot out from their fingers and eviscerated the army before them.
Turning away, the knight walked through the desolate wasteland of this broken planet and soon enough, vanished from view.