The Ekandu’s voice cut through the mayhem, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. “Humanity’s decay is palpable. Let us end their suffering”. with a fluid motion, he laept from the rooftop, his landing loud like a roar. As the warring crowd turned to face him, a voice rang out, “Who the fuck are you?” The Blinding storm’s smile was a cold, calculated thing. “You’re about to find out”. Ekandu struck a pose, his body tense with malevolent energy. As he unleashed his Dark magic, crimson clouds swirled around him, casting an eerie glow over the chaotic scene. His smile was a twisted, evil grin. “I’ll meet you all in hell”, he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. With a sweeping gesture, he extended his arms, and a ferocious whirlwind erupted from his body, hurtling towards the crowd like a vortex of death. The people were flung through the air, crashing into the bar’s windows and veranda, shattering glass and splintering wood. Panic erupted inside the bar as patrons stumbled