The Shadow King's expression was that of horror, as his body began to crack and split.
"What?! No, no this is all wrong! Don't do this. You were supposed to serve meeee!" he said, as he crumbled apart into dust.
A strange black goo seeped from the ashes of the late Shadow King, and oozed over Swordbreaker's body. The essence was absorbed into his body, and Swordbreaker would be empowered with the strength of every Shadow in The Multiverse.
His body would grow in size, and he soon towered above most of the other prisoners.
Archangel Donatello, however, seemed unimpressed.
The angels took aim at everyone and were about to fire, when suddenly the wall fell over them from behind with an explosion.
From the hole in the wall, entered a group of several beings. Each being was vile and twisted, a perversion of heroes who were supposed to be good and whole.
They were The Dark Heroes.
Gamemark stood in front of of the group as he stepped forward, his chains dragging across the floor. He sighed as he looked at The Shadow King's remains and then to Swordbreaker.
"Sigh, better late than never, I Guess..." he remarked with a smirk.
"I like your fashion sense!" Said The Gamemaster.
"Who are you? Did you serve The Shadow King?" Plague Knight asked.
"We, are your saviors. And while we did once serve The Shadow King, we have come under...new employent." Answered Voidmaster. "And in return for us helping you to escape, you must answer to our new leader now..."
Suddenly, there was a new voice that spoke to the prisoners. A female voice, filled with malice and merciless strength.
"Come. It is time you serve your queen."
To be Continued...