Deep within the Haunted Wastelands of the Gerudo Valley, a tall black tower
rises above the winds of sand casting a sinister shadow in its wake. It
had risen from the ruins of Ganon's Tower but to serve a much darker
purpose. Rumors are that sometimes at night, you can hear the screams of
something's last moments alive, but they're only rumors.
In a place where no light reaches, a throne resides, concealed in shadow along with a figure. A portal hovers above a clawed pedestal, its claws reaching for the sky. A great evil lurks in the room causing the room to grow cold; cold enough to chill the bones. The only light, if any, comes from the portal that projects a scene of the field battle. It is being watched closely.
-All were destroyed, good. He is progressing better than I anticipated-
Three Lizalfos suddenly enter the room and get down before the throne.
"My Lord, we have been unable to locate the final carrier," The first Lizalfo said, shaking as he spoke.
-Unable!? Unable!? I only want to hear good reports. I will not accept failure-
A shadowed hand raised and some of the darkness seemed to roil and merge together, taking the form of a large black Wolfos; its pupiless red eyes burned with unruly rage and hunger, its white dagger fangs bared.
-Juten despises failure-
The figure raises and the Shadow Wolfos attacked the Lizalfos that spoke. The other two cowered in fear as the first's bloodcurdling screams broke through the night as the Shadow Demon overtook it.
Silence
The two uncovered the eyes to see the Wolfos, Juten, standing over the Lizalfo's carcass with its ragged red flesh hanging in Juten's jaws.
-Failure is out of the question-
Juten lunged forward and trapped the two Lizalfos under its massive front paws. Blood from its previous kill dripped on them. Its hot putrid breath filled their sensitive nostrils, overloading their smell sensory organs.
-Find me the last carrier or pay the price-
Juten growled and withdrew away from its captives. It walked over to its kill, picked it up on its mouth, and disappeared in a swirl of black fire.
-You have been spared-
Both Lizalfos bowed deeply. "We are grateful Master to be seen worthy in your eyes. We will carry out your will."
-Find the final carrier. Be gone-
The Lizalfos bowed again and scrambled through the doors to have a Lizalfos, fully dressed in battle armor, walk through the door and get down on one knee, bowing its head.
"Master, the plan is going on schedule. Everything is how you ordered."
-Good. Then the world will see how things work through my eyes-
Then two glowing red eyes appeared and settled on the lizard general.
-If you fail.-
"Don't worry my Lord, I won't."
-I want him alive. Do not kill him-
"I won't master, I won't."
The lizalfos stood with its head down, bowed, turned and left. The red eyes turned back to the portal. An evil cackle, that promised instant death, is heard echoing throughout the dark room.
-You puzzled about what happened? Come to me and you will know-
In a place where no light reaches, a throne resides, concealed in shadow along with a figure. A portal hovers above a clawed pedestal, its claws reaching for the sky. A great evil lurks in the room causing the room to grow cold; cold enough to chill the bones. The only light, if any, comes from the portal that projects a scene of the field battle. It is being watched closely.
-All were destroyed, good. He is progressing better than I anticipated-
Three Lizalfos suddenly enter the room and get down before the throne.
"My Lord, we have been unable to locate the final carrier," The first Lizalfo said, shaking as he spoke.
-Unable!? Unable!? I only want to hear good reports. I will not accept failure-
A shadowed hand raised and some of the darkness seemed to roil and merge together, taking the form of a large black Wolfos; its pupiless red eyes burned with unruly rage and hunger, its white dagger fangs bared.
-Juten despises failure-
The figure raises and the Shadow Wolfos attacked the Lizalfos that spoke. The other two cowered in fear as the first's bloodcurdling screams broke through the night as the Shadow Demon overtook it.
Silence
The two uncovered the eyes to see the Wolfos, Juten, standing over the Lizalfo's carcass with its ragged red flesh hanging in Juten's jaws.
-Failure is out of the question-
Juten lunged forward and trapped the two Lizalfos under its massive front paws. Blood from its previous kill dripped on them. Its hot putrid breath filled their sensitive nostrils, overloading their smell sensory organs.
-Find me the last carrier or pay the price-
Juten growled and withdrew away from its captives. It walked over to its kill, picked it up on its mouth, and disappeared in a swirl of black fire.
-You have been spared-
Both Lizalfos bowed deeply. "We are grateful Master to be seen worthy in your eyes. We will carry out your will."
-Find the final carrier. Be gone-
The Lizalfos bowed again and scrambled through the doors to have a Lizalfos, fully dressed in battle armor, walk through the door and get down on one knee, bowing its head.
"Master, the plan is going on schedule. Everything is how you ordered."
-Good. Then the world will see how things work through my eyes-
Then two glowing red eyes appeared and settled on the lizard general.
-If you fail.-
"Don't worry my Lord, I won't."
-I want him alive. Do not kill him-
"I won't master, I won't."
The lizalfos stood with its head down, bowed, turned and left. The red eyes turned back to the portal. An evil cackle, that promised instant death, is heard echoing throughout the dark room.
-You puzzled about what happened? Come to me and you will know-