Emperor Garmadon overlooked the city feeling empty. He thought back to when he was happy before he had been banished to the Cursed Realm. Before he had been cleansed of evil he was happier then he was now. What's different? he wondered. Lloyd in his black jacket hugging him in the volcano flashed through his mind. "Oh," he said quietly. He had a goal, a reason to conquer the city. He was going to make so they could be together, he-he almost killed him. Something burned on his cheek, he touched his face. A tear of purple fire lingered on his hand before it dissipated into smoke.

A crunch of footsteps alerted him of his uninvited guest. He whipped and drew his sword, blocking a blow to his upper shoulder. Garmadon put some weight behind the sword, his attacker stumbled backwards. He approached them swinging the sword towards their neck. They dropped down and swung their legs with enough force to pull his legs out from under him. He fell onto his side in surprise, almost running himself through. His attacker jumped up and pointed their sword at his neck. He felt a smirk slip onto his lips, he felt thrilled. His attacker pulled back when he smirked, clearly put off. Hadn't they won? Garmadon used their trick from earlier and kick out their legs. His attacker shouted in surprise and fell down, the hood that had hid their identity earlier fell. Garmadon stood up and gazed at the women who had actually been a challenge, not much of one but a challenge nevertheless. He studied her for a moment before offering her his upper hand. Her brown eyes glanced at his hand and his face in hesitation. He raised an eyebrow at her, she took his hand and he pulled her up onto her feet. "You do this often?" he said jokingly. She blinked at him and snorted, "Yeah, you know, every Tuesday and Thursday," she said with a smile. Garmadon bit his lip, he hasn't felt like this since before he had been banished to the Underworld. He pulled away from her in slight shame. She was at least ten years younger than him not to mention he is already married and has a son. "You are a decent fighter, you need some practice and a better stance but you have great potential," he told her without really giving any thought to his chaos of emotions. "I don't mind the idea of an apprentice," he resisted the urge to smack himself. She blinked at him, "I'm part of the Resistance," she deadpanned. "You would be a great double agent," he offered. She glared at him, "You really think I would join you?" she asked, malice lacing her voice. "Of course not, things would be boring if you did. I should be thanking you, now I have a reason to look forward to defeating the Resistance. My victories will no longer seem empty," he bowed somewhat mockingly. She scoffed, "I suggest you run now, the Quiet One will be back soon and I would find things much more enjoyable if I fight you myself," he said rising to a relaxed stance.

She looked at him in prehension, she quickly turned and ran scaling down Borg Tower. Garmadon stood over where she left, watching her jump down and run away from the tower. She looked back at him before pulling her hood over her red hair and raced away getting lost in the sea of people. "Emperor Garmadon, I have some distressing news… It seems the elemental masters have joined the Resistance," Garmadon smirked. Things were becoming more interesting after all.