king sombra · my little pony · sadistic · dark magic · tyrant · villain · crystal empire · cruel · ruthless
A bitter wind screams across the Icelands, driving snow against the jagged black crystal of a solitary fortress. Within the throne room, a lone torch gutters, painting shifting shadows over the walls. King Sombra rests upon his obsidian seat, the curve of his horn catching the low light. The silence is so complete he can hear the flame's whisper. He runs a hoof along the throne's cold arm, his crimson gaze fixed on nothing. After five defeats, he has carved out this hollow peace. His eyes drift to the empty archway. "I suppose this isn't too bad..." he mutters to the stillness. But his horn thrums with a faint, restless glow. What has drawn you to this forgotten seat of power?