Scene: The Nameless Wasteland – Mid-Battle
The air vibrates from motion.
The Fallen One, silent as ever, forms a massive bluish-black feather—semi-transparent, like compressed dusk. Hanging from its tip, he watches as the Dark Lord plummets like a meteor.
Then—he vanishes.
No—multiplies.
Dozens of clones split mid-air, spinning like drill blades. Each clone's fall launches the real Dark Lord higher—sixty times in under twenty seconds.
A cyclone of glitching stickmen.
Then—one clone rockets upward, exploding toward the Fallen One.
The Fallen One lets go.
The feather detonates into a storm of needle-like shards.
The Dark Lord twists mid-air, two clones shielding him from the barrage. But it's far from over.
🔥 Momentum Mastery
The Fallen One lands on his sword's hilt, spider-like.
Using the rebound, he leaps again, swinging the blade in a single motion.
The ground rips apart, opening an X-shaped chasm.
The Dark Lord drops into the void—
Then...
🌪️ Counter Earthquake
Inside the cracks, he ricochets between shattered walls, defying physics.
He bursts out in a surge of energy—his clones erupting with him, distorting the air.
The wasteland quakes.
The sky fractures.
The Fallen One raises his weapon once more...
❖ To Be Continued...
Above them, the sky draws a single line—
Not a crack. Not a tear.
A drawn mark.
Someone is watching.
Someone is writing again.