Standing upon a desolate plain ravaged with chaotic destuction, Rekcil stands upon a once vibrant world full of life now filled completely with death. It would be obvious to any that came upon this world that it did not stand a chance against the force that just swept through it like a destructive wind.
Rekcil stands motionless and silent as though it were waiting in the cold silence of the realm. It has been a long time waiting, and now the wait is over. With a brief thought in its dark mind, Rekcil makes a call across the infinate realms of all existence, a call that could not be ignored, a call to Xanos Laike.
Xanos, no matter where he was within existence, would hear the call of an old foe. Rekcil knew very well that Xanos would come, knowing it was their usual Danse Macabre. Xanos would never run, always showing a driven determination to destroy this very beast whom seems to have become a living nightmare to all of existence, and its unholy child whom threatens the very being of all existence.
To Xanos, Rekcil would be very different and in a way he would not know how, but would know that it would be far from a good thing. Xanos knows this creature all to well. It has also been ages sinces he last felt its presence as though it had completely vanished from all that was, is, and will ever be. Xanos would know that the creature vanishing once and for all without a fuss would be deadly wrong, knowing full well it would be back once again.
In truth, Rekcil was present the entire time, continuing its rampaging carnage upon countless realms, but keeping its energies low enough as it grew to something more sinister then had been known before. Now was the time to call forth and bring upon a battle that has been long waiting in the shadows of time.
Rekcil stands motionless and silent as though it were waiting in the cold silence of the realm. It has been a long time waiting, and now the wait is over. With a brief thought in its dark mind, Rekcil makes a call across the infinate realms of all existence, a call that could not be ignored, a call to Xanos Laike.
Xanos, no matter where he was within existence, would hear the call of an old foe. Rekcil knew very well that Xanos would come, knowing it was their usual Danse Macabre. Xanos would never run, always showing a driven determination to destroy this very beast whom seems to have become a living nightmare to all of existence, and its unholy child whom threatens the very being of all existence.
To Xanos, Rekcil would be very different and in a way he would not know how, but would know that it would be far from a good thing. Xanos knows this creature all to well. It has also been ages sinces he last felt its presence as though it had completely vanished from all that was, is, and will ever be. Xanos would know that the creature vanishing once and for all without a fuss would be deadly wrong, knowing full well it would be back once again.
In truth, Rekcil was present the entire time, continuing its rampaging carnage upon countless realms, but keeping its energies low enough as it grew to something more sinister then had been known before. Now was the time to call forth and bring upon a battle that has been long waiting in the shadows of time.