From a black portal that ripped into the skies of Asporia, feathers of a dark shading descended upon the land, the skies lost their life signs and the grass in the area began to decay slowly with the coming of a dark energy that blasted a strong impulse of darkness through the soil of the very planet. Sephiroth the great warrior of his time slowly landed onto the ground while the light breezes that past blew his black overcoat as though it were a cape. One Black wing which soon vanished was on his right shoulder, and with a dark smile Sephiroth rose his hand to the sky letting off a black shroud of mist that began eating away at the life that was left in the surroundings, it turned the decaying area into a wasteland drying up the seas, land and skies clearing it of it's natural essence. He turned the sky which the sun beamed down behind the few clouds that covered it and smirked gaining his Masamune in his hand. Now walking off into the depths of the lands Sephiroth began his quest to find out why he was even brought here.