Teros

I stumble to my hooves, scowling.  The room is silent now, save for my own shallow, labored breaths.  I feel a chill blowing from the darkness before me.

Each step I take is measured, calculated.  As my pink hooves step over dull, crystalline corpses, my sharp gaze never once leaves the abyssal space before me.  There will be time for grieving later.  Right now, my steps are meant for war.

Something snaps in the darkness.  On instinct, I shout and fire a streaking bolt of magical energy in the direction of the sound.  The only response is a sort of growling laugh that reverberates around the room.

"Mmmmmm...  Hmmmm, heh heh heh..."

My horn crackles with volatile blue energy.  "Show yourself!" I cry out.  "Face me, coward!"

"You...  You aren't like the others..."  The Black King's voice sends a cold shudder down my spine.  "No, my dear...  You feed on them, not so unlike myself.  Hmmmmhmmhmm...  Yes, so very much alike, we are."

"I am nothing like you!" I scream in all directions.

A stabbing jolt runs through my skull as he materializes out of the black vapor.  "Both of us, parasites as we are avatars, yes?  Only—"

"Enough!"  With a scream, I usher forth wave after wave of burning, pulsating mana.  The force of my attacks send him flying like an armored ragdoll across the chamber, where he crashes with a rattling thud.

"Ohhhhh, my crystal princess..." he says, appearing behind me, before me, everywhere in this cursed black place that I can see.  "You..."

The illusions explode into vaporous clouds of blood.  The crimson streaks swirl and spiral around the inky ones that climb like monstrous tendrils towards the ceiling.  I stumble backwards, gaping, as those hideous scarlet eyes manifest themselves in the center.  All around me, the shattered, skeletal remains of crystal ponies rise up—moaning and crying—as their empty eye sockets fill with the bloody ether.  In a flash, they are staring at me, lurching towards me like starving, carnivorous monsters.

A deep growling fills the room, and King Sombra's once regal voice devolves into a feral scream.

"You will not leave this chamber alive!"

With that, the room lights up with fire.  I pump my wings madly, bursting up from the floor to escape the shrieking mass of ponies clambering towards me.  I feel my blood boil as I lock eyes with his scarlet gaze.

I scream, he roars, and the chamber explodes with our magical fury.