From the comfort of my castle, I watched it all unfold with a mix of detachment and anticipation. My scrying orbs flared as the ninja began awakening their true potential, their powers finally aligning with their destinies.
Lloyd… the boy had grown into something remarkable. The Green Ninja, recognized at last, wielding the four golden weapons as if they were extensions of his own body. A marvel to watch—truly impressive—but still… predictable.
The Serpentine were relentless. They recovered the Fang Blades, the weapons of ultimate chaos, and immediately set their traps. As I observed the ninja attempt to retrieve them, it was almost laughable how easily they fell into the serpents' machinations.
Yes, the four Fang Blades were now fully in Serpentine hands, their power pulsing across Ninjago like a heartbeat of pure malevolence.
And then Garmadon intervened, skeletons at his command, attempting a rescue. Predictable, yet entertaining. He managed to wrest the Fang Blades back from the serpents, giving the ninja temporary reprieve. They sailed toward Torchfire Mountain, intent on destroying the weapons once and for all.
Ah… but Pythor had other plans. Clever little snake. He intercepted them mid-journey, outmaneuvering the ninja with uncanny precision. The chase led straight to the lost city of Ouroboros—a place steeped in ancient power and secrecy, now about to become the stage for a catastrophe of legendary proportions.
I leaned forward, my fingers brushing the edge of my throne, as I watched Pythor perform the impossible. The Fang Blades, gathered together at last, glowed with their corrupted energy. He placed them in precise alignment, murmuring incantations in the ancient Serpentine tongue. The ground trembled beneath the city, the air thick with malevolent magic.
And then it happened.
The Great Devourer arose. A colossal serpent of unimaginable scale, eyes burning with an eternal hunger, scales glinting like blackened gemstones. Its jaws snapped open, and in an instant, it devoured Wu and Garmadon, consuming their power, their experience, their very essence.
A ripple of fear and awe ran through me—not for myself, of course. I felt no fear. But admiration, yes. Even a creature of my power could appreciate the sheer scale of what had just been unleashed.
"Interesting," I murmured, letting the purple flames of my Oni form flicker across my hands. "Very… interesting."
The ninja were caught off guard. Lloyd, even with his new power as the Green Ninja, could do little to resist the Devourer's might. His aura flared, struggling against the overwhelming force of a creature that had consumed ancient beings, yet even his determination was a mere ripple against a tidal wave.
From my vantage point, I could see the chaos unfold, the battlefield of destiny reshaped by the arrival of this ancient monstrosity. And yet… all of this was still predictable, controllable, useful.
I would not intervene… not yet. The Devourer was a tool, a weapon, an opportunity. Watching Wu and Garmadon fall into its maw was instructive, a reminder of how fragile even the strongest Ninjago heroes could be.
And as I observed the city of Ouroboros trembling under the Devourer's might, I allowed a slow, calculating smile to spread across my face.
Yes. The world was chaos. But from chaos comes opportunity.
And I had all the time in the world to seize it.