There was nothing like a prophecy.
The only thing that was left behind was a promise, one that had been fulfilled.
All over Skull City, one cocoon after another started to dissolve, revealing one person after another. In the span of five minutes, over 90% of the cocoons dissolved, and in their place, beings with pitch-black hair and an aura of evil intent remained.
Every last one of them, even the babies, has this presence.
When Kent entered the city about a week ago, everyone he met had a calm, warm presence. However, looking at them now, one can tell they are far from the benevolent beings he came to meet.
A week ago, they were Velkharians; today, they have become beings born from the very essence of evil. Their race changed from Velkhar to Thal'Khang, the first of their kind.
Standing atop a mountain formed from the jawbone of the large skull, Kent gazed down coldly at the people now on their knees, praising him.
Standing beside him, Princess Pandora held a calm smile.
