Mortal Kombat - Armageddon -europa- -enfrdeesit- Official
From the chaos, a strange humming filled the air. It wasn't thunder or sorcery. It was .
Taven heard it in Italian: “Farò della sua testa un simpatico portacandele.” (I will turn his head into a cute candle holder.)
But he was not alone.
He had won. The god-fire was his. With a single thought, he could reset the universe, erase the bloodshed, and bring peace.
The flame died.
It was the .
The army froze.
He furrowed his brow. “Cozy? What?”