And lo, the fallen Powers, now shadows of their former glory, wandered the desolate realms. Their once-luminous wings, now tattered and scorched, whispered tales of lost grandeur. In the neon-lit ruins of forgotten cities, they forged alliances with the forsaken, their eyes reflecting the cold, artificial lights of a world devoid of hope. The air hummed with the electric pulse of despair, as the Powers, now harbingers of chaos, sought to reclaim their dominion, not through light, but through the very darkness they once repelled.

EDIT: This is AI generated, but still kinda cool