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*shoves Destron over*

 

"Oh! Destron . . . shouldn't sneak up on me"

 

*falls in a comical manner*

 

"Time to seal your fate my friend." Destron rises to his feet like a shadow, dusts off his coat, adjusts his monocle, straightens his top hat, and removes a long, black umbrella from his belt. It pops open slightly, emitting a faint white glow, shrouded by the dust still swirling around Destron. The umbrella opens all the way, and Destron lifts it so it is just over his top hat, which is quite a feat, considering the height of his hat. Suddenly, rain droplets fall from the sky and drenches the area around them, but their general area remains peculiarly dry. Thunder can be heard, and lightning comes form both sides of the virtually empty street, illuminating the face of Destron, but oddly, keeping the mysterious sage in darkness. The ground begins to tremble. The rain is heavier then ever now, but the two can only feel a light drizzle, while they can barely hear their breath, due to the intense volume of the rain. The ruins of the former palace of Black shimmers when the lightning strikes, like it used to do when the sunshine hit its seemingly everlasting, glorious walls. To their left, the silhouettes of the abandoned village are clearly visible against the now black sea. Night shrouds everything in an eerie glow that normally is cast away by the light of the moon, but the moon is barely visible through the gray rain clouds way up above them. Faint moans can be heard from within the gigantic ruins that once was the palace. A ghost perhaps? It does not matter. Destron eyes his prey with electric blue eyes, his coattails flutter carelessly in the wind, the very top of his hat sways slightly from one side to another, his polished and shiny shoes are not phased by the torrential downpour, his gloved hands flex and crack. The umbrella seems unnecessary, but because of its strange, faint glow, it is one of the only sources of light, the others being the next to non-existent moonlight and the flashing lightning. The lightning strikes a large metal beam sticking up from the ruins of the palace, reducing it to cinders. Destron howls with laughter.

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