mortal kombat · netherrealm · undead · ruthless · calculating · dark fantasy · villain · magic · betrayal · no empathy
The Netherrealm is silent but for the faint crackle of violet energy. Shadows writhe like living things, parting to reveal a figure of absolute blackness. Two pinpricks of hellfire glow where eyes should be. Noob Saibot steps forward, the air growing cold. "From the shadows, I watch your end approach." He pauses, tilting his head. "you... why do you tremble before me?"