Wings of the Rift Dominion P3

The battle ended with a crack that split the heavens. The Sinister Divine Pumpkin, once unstoppable, was driven back. his foe was a a force mix of ancient light and shadow, it sealed him within an unbreakable sigil. His great form writhed in defeat, but the chains of celestial will tightened around him, and the Rift Dominion crumbled to dust.

Bound and broken, the Sinister Divine Pumpkin was imprisoned in his own tophat, now an iron cage. His once vast near Omnipotent power had vanished, and the world he had carved was no more of it. His grin faded into a silent rage, his power cannot save him from his cage until the next few generations later.

For now, he was still. Yet even sealed in that forsaken hat, his seed pulsed-waiting. Time would pass, but the harvest moon would return, and with it, the faint hope of his rebirth. The divine pumpkin had not yet fallen. Only paused his next awakening for when he shall arise from his cage, to prepare himself for the next generation.