Look, something wonderful is happening in that distant cyberspace.
The great Ancient Dominator has awakened from its slumber.
It stands one thousand and one meters tall, weightless due to digitization, possessing unmatched power, with an evil black mist that blots out the sky, each tentacle filled with distortion and malice.
It is the embodiment of despair,
The harbinger of world's end,
The death knell of civilization.
From its terrifying gaping maw, incomprehensible whispers emerge, each roar chanting unspeakable horrors, as if countless beings are shrieking from inside its mouth.
Even the space around it started playing a rhythmic doomsday symphony [for more, listen to: God of Destruction]
The world has become filthy again!
Damn such wicked demon god, damn such terrifying monster.
What in this world could possibly stop it?
There is nothing, damn it, nothing that could stop it!
But the world is never short of foolish entities that consider themselves powerful,
