"This is it?"
"As promised, my malformed friend."
Two figures watched on the outskirts of the arena, the morning wind whipping about their frames. Around them...
Lay nothing but ruin.
Ruina and Pantheon forces alike mingled in the wreckage, spreading out from one of the individuals. Its form was... indistinct, but there was no doubt that such a thing was desirable, nay purposeful, though to what ends, none could say. It stood roughly thirty meters in height, but that was all that could be immediately determined, as its entire form was shrouded in a billowing, thick cover of fog that bled into the surrounding area, flashes of power emanating from within, the only clue as to its identity being a pair of green eyes that peered out.
Were James to behold it, he would immediately understand it to be an application of the Lying Black Sheep... Yet, not even that foul artifact of disruption could so completely mask an entity's presence. Slowly, those two points of light turned to regard its companion, perched a safe distance away on a ruined building, segmented tail swishing gently back and forth below as it toyed with a curved, crimson blade, catching the light on its surface.
This one made no effort to conceal its form - its surface was curved, yet rough and coarse, like a lumpen approximation of a finer form, with two almost insectoid wings, a dark, charred coloration, and a set of gnarled teeth peering out from beneath a single, cerulean eye - the other half of its face lying in ruin. Indeed, the "Zelvoid", if it could be called as such, looked as though it had been given a terrible thrashing - its body was riddled with scars and holes, yet it seemed to feel none of the pain associated with such, idly admiring its reflection in its blade.
Its indistinct partner turned away, as if disgusted, as it regarded the dome.
"Don't look too smug, foul shade. Once I have the Pretender's Sphere..." - The eyes gave a flash, as a tinny, heavily filtered voice delivered its threat -
"Yours will be next."
The other just laughed, the dark Masouki clapping its cracked, clawed hands in amusement at the threat, as the sun crested the horizon on this, the final day of humanity.
"Of course!" Its pilot, a young man's voice crowed;
"I just wanted to witness this revenge of yours first! A fine show, before departing for the depths of Hell!"
If the Unknown had a response, it was muted as it raised a hand in the direction of the dome. With a groan, black flame began to coalesce in the outline of a palm before it, a distant, unearthly wail building as Dimensional Energy was gathered in immense quantities.
"...You are a strange one." It remarked dryly, before the palm was relaxed - and a blast of pure, obliterating force was sent in the direction of the santuary. It lashed the outsides, tearing it asunder, scorching free the outer layer of the already taxed structure, turning buildings to ash, and superheating the air such that cars in the streets melted into burning puddles - and yet... It was capable of so much more.
A warning shot, albeit the most grandiose in human history.