The Time Stone, Third Edition (Extended Version)

The darkness became the air over the citadel in the center of the city. The redness of the clouds combined with the black ashen skies to resemble a pool of blood pouring from a scab. Thunder echoed in the distance as lightning visage the horrifying windowless monstrosity that stretched across the fields below hovering over it like as leviathan. Within the central chamber rested a group arming themselves and preparing themselves for the ultimate apocalypse that is pending to bestow itself onto the streets below.

“That could take us to another place” says General Stormy to his subordinate, a man with glasses and a crew cut dressed in the dark grey uniform of the Contingent Elite Command. General Stormy’s is well adorned, decorated, and covered with metallic armor and underpinnings over his gear greater than his subordinate was.

“Per the Legend, Sir?” asks the man with glasses.

“Corporal Walton. I know it sounds crazy, but the legend is real. The Dark Star is a legendary sword, a weapon that has the powers of the ancients, a device of energy blast capabilities lost in time. It is of true ultimate power.”

“I have sensed it, something I have not felt in a very, very long time” says a voice coming out of the darkness. A shadowy figure emerges before the two soldiers.

“I sense the weapon is active again. It must be stopped. Or all our hopes are lost.”

“Yes my liege” says General Stormy as he averted his eyes trying to make out the face of the mystery figure, but cannot. The man’s face is dark and hidden, as if made of pure darkness and shadow.

“Ready the armies” says General Stormy and Corporal Walton whistled summoning forth a legion of troops ready for conquest, for battle, for victory. They were beasts, standing upright, grey skin, snouts, roaring vocals, tall fangs protruding from their mouths, saliva drooling down, pointed ears, long silky flowing brown-grey hair down their spines, rippling bodies and arms like bodybuilders, and they held long scythes with an end point that is spiked like a star lighting up with hot white light ready to send multiple energy projectiles to any forthcoming adversaries. The winged vampire-like beasts prepared as they were standing in legion for the ultimate battle conquest. Small ocular lenses adorned their headgear made of iron. A glistening orb rested in the center of their torsos lit up hot white and red.

“The time of ultimate redemption is at hand!” This says the shadow to the legion of thousands of beast armies within the chamber and on the field below pouring out before the citadel to the streets of town.