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2950 BC :

The Four stood at the end of the peninsula, looking across the narrow sea that stood between them and their target. The warships were all currently docked in their bays. The army at the ready, guarding the Citadel and ready to be deployed for invasion.
Mune unfurled his scroll and a dark, writhing cloud was unleashed. It spiraled up to the sky, blocking out the sun in its scope before descending on the crops and stores of food. The plague of locusts was voracious, devouring everything in sight. His mice he didn't bother with, knowing the island wouldn't last long enough for them to spread their disease.
Conquest crouched down, his shoulders squared, power emanating from his frame. green eyes focused on the small island nation before him. as he brushed his fingers lightly over the rough surface of the hard basalt rock beneath their feet, then his fingers tightened into a fist. Not taking his eyes from the island in front of him, conquest plunged his fist down. The rock exploded, shards of rock flying like spears in every direction.
But the true destruction came from the response of the sea. The waters heaved and the waves surged. A wall of water nearly five hundred feet high grew from the depths, rolling inexorably forward and destroying everything in its path. The crops laying in their fields were washed away, the salt water penetrating the earth, making it barren. Even if there were survivors of this day, there would be no food for them to return to. Smaller houses outside the city walls were crushed under the force of the tsunami.
The wall of water grew, pulling back from the rocky shore where the Four Horsemen stood as they watched the destruction of the once great city.
Meshenna  turned, meeting Deaths gaze as he felt deaths power rise. He felt his own surge in response. They stood side-by-side, close enough that Meshenna could detect the smallest hint of deaths cold, almost electric scent as the tendrils of dark energy blended with his own. Meshenna held back a shudder at the intimacy of it. The sensation had been growing stronger each time they did this. And the blondes powers were becoming stronger, wilder because of it. There were times when he had difficulty pulling back. The surge being so large, the pleasure too keen. But the results were catastrophic when that happened, and he became eaten with guilt. But today, their target was isolated... an island unto itself. He could let himself go without restraint.
The walls of the main city had withstood the flood. The army had taken their positions on the battlements and towers.
But it would not matter.
A red haze began to swirl, growing larger and larger, spreading out over the ocean. The water whipped as the wind picked up, swirling higher and higher. A shadow passed over the sun, and the land grew dark. The black cloak that Death wore billowed out behind him as he turned his dark gaze on the city walls and the souls that were held inside.
Meshenna felt the coalescing of their powers. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as the black swirled with red within him. An intimate merging of the two beings. The only real intimacy he had ever experienced.
It was... dangerously addictive. And it made him yearn for things he had never considered before.
It built higher and higher each time. Deaths power linked more fully with his as time passed, as though reaching deep inside him and pulling more out from within him. And the more it pulled, the larger the horseman of war's power became. But it wasn't that which the ashen haired had begun to crave. While the feel of impossible strength flooding through him was seductive, irresistible, it was the connection — the bond — that he felt with Death that he was becoming obsessed with. There was no one else he would ever feel this with, not this intensely. His body thrummed with it, his blood heated. He breathed it in and felt it spread within him. It was the only intimacy that Death would allow, making his fellow rider crave it even more.
The sounds of soldiers shrieking, fighting each other and trying to flee was swept away by the terrible wind. Lightning struck from the cloudless sky.
The walls began to crack and the towers crumbled.
Conquest drew back his fist and struck again, the earth ringing like a bell as his power pulsed through it into the ocean, calling up another mighty wave. Though this time, there were no walls to hold it back.
The country that had been poised to subjugate the surrounding lands was swept out to sea, lost in the mists of time. All that would be left of the mighty island nation would be the tales told through time of a civilization that had vanished beneath the waves.
Even its name would be one of legends, its very existence debated as it faded from the memories of men. Atlantis had finally fallen .