The hundreds of alicorn bodies were laying on the ground, all distorted and covered in blood. Among them stood out two, one black, resembling the night, covered in dark crystals, and one white, resembling the day, burning. The world was a deserted wasteland, all life was wiped out. The era of the pony reign was over. Nothing was left. All spirits of chaos had turned back to their original shape, howling above the earth, covering the atmosphere in an eternal storm of chaos and nightmares. The ...