Clenched Fist

The grand halls of Ominous's palace in the Underworld buzzed with an unprecedented sense of purpose and ambition. The All Mighty Father, as he was reverently called by his followers, stood at the apex of a gathering unlike any other. His vast kingdom, already a formidable power, had swelled to unprecedented strength as his forces converged from the Dominion and the Upperworld.

Flying cities, each a marvel of arcane engineering and divine craftsmanship, drifted through the skies of the Underworld. Their numbers, now in the thousands, formed an impenetrable armada around Ominous's central fortress. The sight was nothing short of awe-inspiring; a testament to his power and influence. Dragons, their scales shimmering with magical auras, soared in synchronized patrols, their roars echoing through the vast expanse. The heavens above the Underworld seemed to hum with arcane energy as these mighty beasts enforced Ominous's will.