Overnight he creeps his way in, undercover through the colossus clouds blackout like curtains. It bleeds the bright sky of its colour and sets in for the onslaught that's about to unfold.
The holder of faces has shedded his into his final stage, he's more than enraged it's like the angel of death has came to play.
The wind picks up, he gets stronger more powerful than ever before, he's transforming. the clouds are circle down they are possessed by his powers. The firm puffed out clouds touch ground, and he begins his craft.
he controls the directions of the clouds using them like a puppet, cashing destruction all around, it's overpowering mankind's greatest invention. the crushing cries from the creation he has mustered growling and chewing everything up is laying waste to it all... It's a dark time for us, he has been waiting for this call.
The holder of faces has played his final card. he shall arise no more... Or so we think.
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