A young man hangs by his arms, his head leaning over his chest, exaustion filling his half dead body. His long white hair falling in front of his face, covering the pain that could be seen in his eyes, the stress,
the fear! His name is Ry-Chard, but in the past he has been known by many other names; including Little Ritchie, Richard, Dark Havok, and the Watcher.
Only feet away from him, a man stands in front of a huge opening looking over Thunder City, or at least what is left of the city. A battle rages on, many lives being taken on both sides, yet the man smiles. The longer the battle rages on; the more heroes that fall. No matter how many zombies, demons and undead creatures are killed, more and more rise from the ashes, there is nowhere else for them to go. In time, all the heroes will fall. Than, that is when he will have his 'key' to the gates of the Silver City. A single boy. One of the most powerful people in the universe. That is when he will take 'all that there is' for himself.
He will rule. How he sees fit. The only problem... He isn't sure just what that is. Infact, he has no idea what... Or even why he is doing this!
