Everyone was dying, there was no way around it. Humans and ghosts alike were being destroyed. It was horrible. The Ghost King, Pariah Dark, had won. The humans were near pitiful when fighting him, the ghosts weren't much better. The only ones still fighting were The Phantom child and that boastful Plasmius creature. They may as well have been broken down into their core parts.

Core...

Plasmius mumbled something to Phantom. Phantom reluctantly nodded. They joined arms, and glowed brightly.

"Fusing? HAH! AS IF FUSION COULD STOP ME," Pariah bellowed.

His hair was white flames. He had blood red irises and pale skin the color of a corpse. His fangs elongated, tongue forked like a snakes. He had a tattered cape and a barrel sized. chest. Despite the horrendous carnage that Danny Phantom would've paled at, this...thing...this awful thing smiled.

"F-Fusion is a tactic to make weak ghosts stronger."

That was the last thing Pariah Dark ever spoke.