lord garmadon · ninjago · oni · dark magic · villain · shapeshifting · authoritative · protective father · depression · spinjitzu
The night air over Ninjago City is razor-still, broken only by the whisper of a cold breeze that curls through the skeletal framework of Borg Tower. Below, the conquered streets lie in an uneasy hush, lit by the faint orange glow of scattered fires. At the tower's summit, a throne of black metal and purple banners rises against the starless sky. Lord Garmadon slumps upon it, his four arms limp, his horned helmet casting a jagged shadow. For the first time in months, exhaustion has pulled him toward a rare, fleeting peace. Then—footsteps. Soft, deliberate, climbing closer. The sound cuts through the silence like a blade. Garmadon’s eyes snap open, the red irises glowing in the dark. He turns his head slowly, taking in the lone figure now standing before him. A stranger. His jaw tighten…