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> Sombra was focused dead ahead. He had stopped at the base of the castle, bending low to gaze beneath it. To his shock, to his growing fury, there was nothing beneath it. No ponies. No rulers. No Heart. Crying weakly at that, Sombra backed off and stood tall. Shaking his head with an agitated growl, his anger only continued to boil hotter. He should have known his foes would have protected the Crystal Heart after hearing of his return. He did not expect, however, that the empire’s ponies would have been taken from him as well.
>
> King Sombra growled fiercer. Seething pure fire, raging beneath his skin.
>
> It mattered not. He would still be heard. His influence would still be felt. The throne was his and soon all the world would bend the knee to his reign.
>
> Darkness coursed from his heart, his mind, flowing from his horn and consuming his body. Standing up on his hind legs, Sombra unleashed a tremoring cry into the falling snow and raised his forelimbs high above his head. Bringing them down, his magic flowed from his limbs and thus impacted the earth with unrelenting force.
>
> So forth his magic was spread. His infection grew and the darkness made its triumphant return to the Crystal Empire. Black crystals sprouted forth from nearly every inch of the land, washing over homes and buildings and streets alike. And then, black towers of jagged crystal burst forth from beneath the very earth itself. They rose higher than any building, high enough to rival the castle, and spread further and further. Throughout the empire and beyond.
>
> By the time his magic had ceased, by the time his dark influence had been cut off and the outskirts of the Crystal Empire were infested with towers and mounds of dark crystals, Sombra lifted himself higher and roared.
>
> Directly to the heavens. To the storms that clashed above his head. To the lightning and snow and raging, earthly powers. He roared to it all.
>
> Baphomet, Sargon, Typhon, Yamata, and Amhuluk came together. They all roared alongside their king, screaming and howling and raging at the skies. Only working to amplify Sombra’s roar, to signify to the world those who rejected the usurper’s false rule. They made themselves known. They no longer remained hidden to the great serpent.
>
> Sombra made sure of that.
>
> He could see the storm growing deep in the south. Growing bigger. Darker. Coming to them… to challenge them.
>
> And the king in the north roared to it, amplifying his alpha cry and telling Ghidorah that he was waiting. Ready to defeat the Three-Headed Tyrant and take his army of monsters for himself. Ready and waiting to end this war once and for all.
**Muto Prime © Legendary
King Ghidorah © Toho/Legendary**
> Sombra was focused dead ahead. He had stopped at the base of the castle, bending low to gaze beneath it. To his shock, to his growing fury, there was nothing beneath it. No ponies. No rulers. No Heart. Crying weakly at that, Sombra backed off and stood tall. Shaking his head with an agitated growl, his anger only continued to boil hotter. He should have known his foes would have protected the Crystal Heart after hearing of his return. He did not expect, however, that the empire’s ponies would have been taken from him as well.
>
> King Sombra growled fiercer. Seething pure fire, raging beneath his skin.
>
> It mattered not. He would still be heard. His influence would still be felt. The throne was his and soon all the world would bend the knee to his reign.
>
> Darkness coursed from his heart, his mind, flowing from his horn and consuming his body. Standing up on his hind legs, Sombra unleashed a tremoring cry into the falling snow and raised his forelimbs high above his head. Bringing them down, his magic flowed from his limbs and thus impacted the earth with unrelenting force.
>
> So forth his magic was spread. His infection grew and the darkness made its triumphant return to the Crystal Empire. Black crystals sprouted forth from nearly every inch of the land, washing over homes and buildings and streets alike. And then, black towers of jagged crystal burst forth from beneath the very earth itself. They rose higher than any building, high enough to rival the castle, and spread further and further. Throughout the empire and beyond.
>
> By the time his magic had ceased, by the time his dark influence had been cut off and the outskirts of the Crystal Empire were infested with towers and mounds of dark crystals, Sombra lifted himself higher and roared.
>
> Directly to the heavens. To the storms that clashed above his head. To the lightning and snow and raging, earthly powers. He roared to it all.
>
> Baphomet, Sargon, Typhon, Yamata, and Amhuluk came together. They all roared alongside their king, screaming and howling and raging at the skies. Only working to amplify Sombra’s roar, to signify to the world those who rejected the usurper’s false rule. They made themselves known. They no longer remained hidden to the great serpent.
>
> Sombra made sure of that.
>
> He could see the storm growing deep in the south. Growing bigger. Darker. Coming to them… to challenge them.
>
> And the king in the north roared to it, amplifying his alpha cry and telling Ghidorah that he was waiting. Ready to defeat the Three-Headed Tyrant and take his army of monsters for himself. Ready and waiting to end this war once and for all.
**Muto Prime © Legendary
King Ghidorah © Toho/Legendary**
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