The cold wind of the Dimension of Wishes howled through the ruins of Drake's castle. The violet sky pulsed like a giant heart, and shadows crawled along the walls like living creatures. Drake stood alone in the throne hall, his cloak drifting behind him, his yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. He lifted his magic bracelet to his ear.
Drake:
"Rayzo. Retreat as fast as you can. If Raynor senses your magic, you're finished. I've found two generals strong enough for their level." A short pause. Rayzo's breathing was heavy, as if he were running.
Rayzo:
"Understood, sire. I'm returning to the palace immediately."
Drake ended the call. His expression darkened. Drake:
"Call the Demon King. Drakon is no longer enough."
The air tore open like ripped fabric. A black portal formed, and from it stepped a massive figure with curved horns and ember-red eyes. The demon laughed, deep and mocking. Demon King Raifa:
"What do you want, little mascot? Come to steal another arm from me?" Drake raised his cold, metallic left arm.
Drake:
"Listen here, filthy demon. need two of your generals. Centopia is boiling, and don't have time for your jokes."
Raifa crossed his arms, black sparks dancing around him.
Raifa:
"And why would do that? To start a war with Samson's son? To provoke Raynor just to send you two of my soldiers?"
Drake narrowed his eyes.
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Drake:
"Because Mia's team is rebuilding losif's sword" Silence. Raifa raised an eyebrow. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Raifa:
see... the sword of the mad king. Very well. Then give you my right hand, Xeanon... and my left hand, Zeanon. strongest generals."
Drake smiled. A cold, calculated smile. Drake:
"Perfect."
His laughter echoed through the throne hall like a prophecy of doom.
The floor trembled as two massive demons entered the palace.
Xeanon, clad in black armor with electric-blue eyes.
Zeanon, with long horns and glowing red tattoos pulsing like blood. They bowed.
Xeanon Zeanon:
"You summoned us, sire?"
Drake rose from the throne, his footsteps echoinglike hammer strikes. Drake:
brought you here because have rules." The two demons exchanged a surprised glance. Xeanon:
"Rules... for us?"
Drake:
"Rule one: you are NOT allowed to harm Raynor's people. You may defeat them, but you will not kill or mutilate them. If you do.. you provoke Raynor. And you don't want that.!" Zeanon bit his lip, amused.
Zeanon:
"Interesting. And rule two?" Drake:
"Every night, you will report your progress to me. No exceptions."
The demons bowed deeply.
Xeanon & Zeanon:
"Yes, sire. We will respect your wishes, Great Supreme King of Centopia." Drake rolled his eyes.
Drake:
"Enough flattery. Go. Centopia awaits."
The sky of Centopia darkened as two colossal shadows descended from the clouds. Xeanon and Zeanon landed with a BOOM that shook the ground.
Zeanon scanned the land.
Zeanon:
"Where will our base be?"
Xeanon turned toward the ruins of Queen Phanteea's palace.
Xeanon:
"Where Centopia's chaos began. Queen Phanteea's palace will be our headquarters." They marched forward, each step leaving craters in the earth.
Gargona, gathering poisonous plants, looked up and nearly dropped everything. Gargona:
"What is happening?! Is a dark force coming to Centopia?!"
Politeus appeared beside her, calm but with narrowed eyes.
Politeus:
"These are no ordinary creatures... They're demons. I must speak to them. I must learn their intentions"
Gargona trembled.
Gargona:
"They don't look friendly.." Politeus spread his wings. Politeus:
"Then let's hope they're not here for war."
Xeanon and Zeanon entered the ruins of Phanteea's palace.
The wind whistled through broken pillars. Shadows danced across the shattered walls. Zeanon:
"Here... our domination begins."
Xeanon:
"And Drake's mission continues." The camera rose toward the darkening sky, where two red stars ignited. Narrator:
"Centopia does not yet know... but the storm has already begun."
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