For awhile.. there was silence. Even Kizmat paced back and forth in that ring fustrated. Kizmat kept looking at the stage awaiting his brother... knowing fully that if there was ever a chance in hell to end it would be when Mortismere was weakened. The CW was rocked like it was never rocked before... and even though Kizmat was on ECF... he would even go THAT far to met his brother. And then, it happened. The lights fell to a pitch black darkness....


The errie voice of Mortis rung across the arena in this pitch darkness making your skin crawl... and then, the C-tron lit up with images of the demonic being itself! And so, the lights shown the massive Emperor itself... HOVERING! from the ground. This made people staring straight at this monster.. petrified and utterly scared at his presence.






The dramatic entrance of the emperor was mindbogling. And Mortis wasn't short on his Caput Mortem Followers emerging from the mist behind their master. Evil intensified.. Mortis draws towards the ring while forces of lightning strike in all directions in the arena. Even some small rain drps fell from the raptors as the cold mist now engulfed the inner arena. Mortis, looked down from his height at his younger brother in disgust. Decending from the sky. Mortis entered the ring and stared a hole at Kizmat. Mortis rose his right hand and gestured slitting his throat.. that caused the lights to slowly come back on..... and Kizmat stood still fixated on Mortismere.