The dark figure watched through what seemed to be an ethereal puddle of nothingness a man dressed in a black armor leave through a white portal, leaving behind a sad mare and a vulnerable dimension. He laughed, witnessing the plan he had worked hundreds of years on working perfectly. J´zar had left this dimension, and the only danger was now exposed.
"¡Oh, my little ponies, so ignorant, so foolish!" the voice claimed.
The image being viewed through the ethereal puddle changed, this time showing the busy streets of Canterlot.
"Soon, brothers," the dark creature hissed. His voice sounded dragged, as if every words caused him unimaginable pleasure, as if he wanted to savor the nuance of every single letter "¡Soon, we shall feel the chafe of air against our flesh, and this dimension shall feel our presence!"
The voice laughed, and other laughters joined in a cacophony of joy.