The dawn shined a warm and comforting light on the dead valley. AOR sat drugedly on his throne, as he watched the sun slowly creep on the floor towards him. When he became enveloped in the warmth of the sun, memories of his previous life began to fill his mind; he immediately forced a rock up to block the sun. He sat up slowly, like a drunk recovering consciousness, and snapped his neck into place along with the other limbs in his body. He walked to the balcony of the structure and slowly hummed a deep low resounding hymn. What began as low rumbled turned to a full scale earth quake as the ground split open, and the structure began to rise. It was hovering several meters above the ground, and dark entities began pouring out of the ripped hole of the earth. With a wave of his hand all of them began to circle around the rock formation. They began to circle slowly quickening their pace until the entire chunk of rock was surrounded by a sphere of darkness.
Several moments later, the sphere dispersed revealing a towering castle. As AOR took a breath, the wind began to howl from his exhale. ”If the world will not give her back to me,” AOR stretched out his hand and the dark shadows formed a larger version of it, “then I will extend my hand over all of the earth, and extinguish the very life that took her from me.” And with that, the hand began to expand as it slowly engulfed the world in darkness.