The wretched forsaken land of Arlong Park loomed before him, its high towers casting ominous shadows where no light dared to touch. The air was putrid, the walls black. On top of its highest tower was a huge gaping mouth, filled with malice, the very face of doom. Its inhabitants, felled beasts hideous and twisted, leered down at him from the tall battlements. Its rulers, crowned with fallen stars of different hues, glared down at him, their eyes as stone cold as their hearts. Upon their gnarled hands they wielded the legendary Banhammer, the ancient weapon said to be able to wipe the very existence of a being. The weapon of greatest evil.
Satori clutched upon his dial and gulped. It was his mission. He was to cleanse this land, this forbidding land that existed since the beginning of time, which stood there, a symbol of calamity and nightmares, a grim reminder of the darkness of the world. Satori shivered. The fear gnawed away his courage. He found himself in a daze, hypnotized by the terrible beauty of the land. His hands shook, his bowels quivered. He found himself down on his knees, so entranced by the majestic gloom of the land.
But lo! The dark clouds suddenly parted, and the sky cleared. A sky full of stars. And high upon them, the moon shone, its radiance basking the world below. Clear and cold, a serene beauty. For a split second Arlong Park seemed to diminish, its malevolent grandeur no more.
And it was gone.
But that was enough.
The sign, sent by the benevolent Lord Enel rekindled the flame in his round little heart. O how clear and glorious the sign was, filled with god's mercy and grace! His spirit, hardened by resolve, burned brighter than the stars themselves. The dark shadows of Arlong Park recoiled, inhuman wails piercing the night. His face, stern and grim, sent a waver of doubt over the lords and rulers perched upon their high thrones.
Gripping his dial, Satori, Disciple and Warrior of Enel, charged forward with a yell, a ball of hope and light illuminating the dawn.
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