After the explosion, there was silence. Brief, all encompassing drained all the noise from the world, leaving muteness and confusion in abundance. Devil and monarch sat, a large distance between them, utterly dumbfounded. Then, in a split second, the sun’s light dwindled to a meager glow and darkness fell upon the pair.
“Where are you, cowardly King?” Sneered the Devil, as he stumbled around blindly. There came no response. His green eyes scanned every corner of the shadows as the floated, seemingly bodiless, around the dark. Concealed by myriad shadows, the King of Wands held his breath as he waited, tense and nervous, for the final blow.
A rumbling sound from the sky deafened the two combatants and interrupted their stealth battle. It pierced the night air like a dagger, and, before anyone knew quite what was happening, large fragments of lunar rock began to descend upon the world at a speed beyond the field of vision.
“Curse you, Wands, what travesty have you brought upon our world?” The Devil muttered, utterly perplexed by the chaos which ensued around him, to the ever silent King of Wands. There came no reply, or, at least, no reply which was audible above the crashing din of the lunar fragments. Perplexed, the Devil looked into the sinister sky. Thoughts rushed through his twisted mind. Then, a single lunar fragment collided with him. With seamless ease, the thoughts stopped, the Devil crumpled, under thousands of grams of rock. Nearby, a limp hand protruded from beneath another moon rock. Next to it, a small ivory wand was released by the lifeless fingers, and, with a childlike innocence, rolled down a small mound. Chaos continued.
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