Worlds' Supervisor
**BOOM**
There was a shockingly loud thunder explosion, which could be heard from miles away, followed by a few more lightning strikes.
In the middle of the grand pit, pilled, almost a mile wide and 80ft tall, hill made out of bodies of the fallen elites.
In the distance, about 1000 yards away, stood two figures.
One dressed in mage robes with strange force gathering around, so dense, that it radiated power comparable to an ancient beast which lived since the beginning of the time. As if a god had ascended, mana gathering around solidified into crystals from which even light had trouble bouncing off or passing through them.
In the right hand, it held a bunch of needles so small and thin that they were almost non-existent, in the other hand it held a long wooden stick, which was bending and pulsating as if it was alive.
Second figure, clad in once shining armour which now started rusting from all the blood and battles it had seen.
With the damaged scroll in one hand and shaking, blood painted sword in other; covered with countless needles, almost half-kneeling from pressure and exhaustion, had eyes filled with one question.
'WHY???'
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