Marcus Brutus possessed the power to manipulate reality using the ominous eyes that hung in the sky, granting him his freedom from captivity and overturning the situation.
"Looks like I need to teach you all your place." he spoke as his sceptor glowed yellow and shot a blinding white beam in the sky, towards the eyes-like moons.
Crackle!
Rumble!
Under his control, the once arid desert was transformed into a battlefield crafted from magma and stone, with rivers of molten lava coursing through it. The very nature of gravity felt altered, making the battlefield a surreal and treacherous landscape. Thousands of lightning bolts rained down from the sky, heralding the manifestation of Marcus's will in this altered reality.
'This is my Hell.'
As his power took hold and the world around them transformed, the truth of his words became evident.
