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Against the backdrop of a moonless night, a night which fended off total darkness only by means of streetlights, a single spec shot across the sky, a blazing pinprick of white. Somewhere in the city, a young child -- or perhaps many young children -- might be wishing on it. In the few regions of seclusion the metropolis offered, lovers might be sharing a kiss at the sight or if, gamblers might be try to bum some luck off it. A shooting star only bears good tidings.

Unfortunately, it was not a shooting star.

Fayt Nightwind, the Dark Prophet and former servant of evils too cold and wicked to mention, rocketed toward the city below surrounded by a cacoon of flame. A shell of solidified air encompassed him, his mind forcing the outside in and the inside out, protecting him from the inferno around him and his soon-to-come impact with the steel behemoth below. A set of robes of the deepest violet hung loosely in the still air within the shield, covering his marked and scarred skin. These robes enshrouded a weapon of the greatest destruction, a weapon that happened to be pointed at the city.

His impact was nothing spectacular. In the heartbeat before his his, he killed his momentum, causing him to hover mere inches from the ground, a small but definate crater beneath him from the atmospheric shield he had been making use of.

His violet eyes sweapt the area twice, side to side, before he spoke, his voice low and raspy.

"Show me what you've to offer."