The Serpent Uncoils
Shang Tsung felt a disturbance. One that felt akin to a viper’s poisonous bite, it took a great effort to not curl into himself, his body tightening and mind felt...loose. Something has happened. Something terrible - no.
He could see it.
Liu Kang...bathed of fire and lightning, glowing of such divine power. Grinning one of ultimate victory yet eyes cold of some regretful conclusion. He was seeing through his own eyes, wavering as his own body was collapsing onto itself like sand. He lost. He was becoming nothing. Erased. Liu Kang has won.
With all the will he could muster, as the cries of himself rippled, Shang Tsung pulled himself out of this singular tempest of Nothingness or join this failed alternative. A hiss of fury and existential fear ripped from the sorcerer’s teeth, panting and coldly aware! The rules has changed. The universe was gripped by another - the Timeline was held by another Titan at least, as far as he was aware.
“Liu Kang...” His sneer was naked and venomous, Shang slowly rose from his throne with his slave-warriors standing on either side of his vermillon carpet snaked by the golden lung to the exit. At his immediate, Frost and Viorel looked at him.
“What is wrong?” The Moroi asks from the shadow of his hood, the gilt gleam of his eye staring to the sorcerer.
“We have...a change in plans.”