Standing upon a hill nearby, he watches the turmoil below, sighing. Oh these silly creatures.. with their 'my win'. Can't they feel it's struggle as it feels the wrong hands clutching it's shining surface? Oh yes, they are human. Perhaps such senses elude their detection.
Pulling with great force upon that which he has mostly avoided as of late (for it does take it's toll), the Shadow swirls in thunderous power at his fingertips. A silent question.. asking for its master's wish..
A whisper.. a drop of blood.. a cool gaze.. and the Shadow moves.
A whirlwind.. a bellow from the skies.. a flash of Darkness this world hasn't seen for eons.. and the Win is once again back in place.
Yeahhhhh, you know.. it's in these hands once again.