Kefka's World of Ruin.
Lights dashed and dotted the landscape, the world was ripped apart here and there as the gods of magic awoke, their screams and cries pierced the air as they awoke from their slumber.
Then in one moment, everything was bright and blinding...
The Gods of War had reined their anger upon the planet,whole continents were destroyed and pierced by the blinding lights. The gods or war flew off, but before they could get far enough away, Kefka drained them, capturing them as the world below was ablaze.
Over the next year Kefka used their power to capture the remaining towns and nations of the world and bend them to his will, his own power was growing as he used them. From time to time a resistance would grow and try to murder him, but each and every attempt failed quite quickly, people soon lost all hope for life without him reining over the land. He had had a tower built to commemorate him and his glory by his slaves. They were worked, and then murdered by him once they had finished. People followed every word he spoke, hoping to out live their ruler.
Though Kefka ruled supreme, he awaited the day in the back of his head, when the party would oppose him, he knew the day was coming, though he also knew he would win.