Back in reality, a spiritual being with unlimited power, Lord Ducktilious was ready to execute his revenge. The man who slaughtered him, along with his family and every existing creature would be taken out through a fiery wrath. The great land would cry tears of blood, and no mercy would be shown.
Waiting until the sun completely set to begin his terror, the lord floated among the clouds, ready to strike. The sun, now below the protruding mountain tops gave the appearance of silhouetted teeth, the signal it was time.
Through might alone, Ducktilious commenced his wrath. From the watery trenches, the shell of the egg that birthed the glorious land began to emerge with a force, the sound a rumbling waterfall. Ducktilious had risen the eggshell into the clouds where he began to cast a storm.
The clouds darkening, rubbing against each other, building up energy. A static strength punched itself through the clouds and whipped the eggshell with a strike of lightning. The shell disintegrated into thousands of little pieces, sharp as broken glass. The pieces plunged down to the land, fast as a bullet, serrated as a dagger, small as a grain.
Ducktilious watched as his creations were bombarded in the dark. Holes opening in their heads, blood sprayed across the land. Every living being collapsed to the ground, but he made sure to spare one for last. The man who slaughtered him.
The final animal intended to be killed was a bison, which choked on its own blood. This left the one man standing, the one who had slaughtered Lord Ducktilious himself. Ducktilious watched as the man scrambled, dropped to his knees, and began crying before his diseased son.
About to banish the man, Ducktilious decided to hold off and keep watching. The man then walked into his hut of a house to come back out with his warrior sword. Sticking it into the ground blade up, he stood in front of it with his eyes closed for several minutes until he dropped himself onto it. The blade punctured his heart and put an end to all life on the land.
Lord Ducktilious held a sense of regret, but it was quickly overpowered by his determination to restart fresh. A fresh start would fix everything he told himself.