Darkness consumed the afternoon sky, as the sun suddenly became blocked by pitch dark clouds. Sparkling lightning soared among the heavens like dragons dancing through the sky, and the roaring thunder boomed loudly not far behind. The thundering echos of the sky sounded off like an epic battle high above the atmosphere, resonating for all to hear. From within the center of the darkened mass in the sky, a lone figure emerged, encased in nothing but dark flames. The black flames licked at his skin, but they did not burn him.
Taking on the form of a dragon, the dark flames carried the man from above the clouds, down to the terra firma. His black soles dug into the earth as he landed, and the black flames set the ground below aflame, spreading outwards rapidly. As he raised his right arm and cupped it closed, the flames extinguished and almost instantly vanished, just as quick as they had started to scorch the land. Dark purple hues gazed out over the terra firma, searching for the unknown and a vile smirk rose across his pale lips.
“I am the Darkest of Dragons and even the brightest of lights can't pierce through my Darkness.”