The sky was on fire with pink and purple clouds as the sun trudged begrudgingly up over the horizon to rise over the decimated world which was once called Diexayji. The land was once a beautiful place, full of lush forests on rolling hills. People lived their lives happily.
Now only one remained above the surface. He had nothing except his power. Even his name was forgotten or destroyed along with his sanity.
Nothing lasted there. There was only the burnt remains of tree stumps and decayed bodies of the unfortunate mutated beings which could not escape in time. Left behind. Abandoned. Forgotten.
There was but one thing left to do. So that's what he did.
