The Crimson King, his eyes aflame with malice, stood before the Dark Tower. His dark laughter echoed through the barren plains, a chilling promise of the impending doom.

"IT, you dare stand in my way?" he sneered, his voice echoing ominously. Randall Flagg, standing by the King's side, watched the confrontation with a wary eye.

"The Omniverse is not yours to destroy, King," IT retorted, its voice resonating with an otherworldly authority.

The King's response was a cruel laugh, followed by a gesture of blatant disrespect. He crushed a rose under his boot, a beloved creation of Bessa.

IT's form flickered, anger permeating the air around it. "Your insolence ends here, King," it declared, preparing for battle.

The King, unphased, drew a blade of crimson fire. "Let's see what you're made of, IT," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

IT surged forward, its form shifting and twisting. The Omniverse itself seemed to ripple with the force of IT's anger.

The King swung his blade, the air sizzling as crimson fire met the ethereal form of IT. The battle had begun.

They clashed again and again, the King's blade meeting IT's ethereal form with sparks of magic. The Omniverse trembled with each impact.

Randall Flagg watched, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew the fate of the Omniverse hung in the balance.

IT roared, its form expanding to dwarf the King. The King merely laughed, his blade dancing in the ethereal light.

Suddenly, the King struck a blow, the blade piercing through IT. IT reeled back, its form flickering in pain.

But IT was far from defeated. With a thunderous roar, it retaliated, sending the King flying back.

The King rose, his laughter echoing through the plains. "Is that all you got, IT?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

IT surged forward again, its form crackling with energy. The King met it head-on, his blade ready.

The battle raged on, neither side willing to give in. The fate of the Omniverse hung in the balance.

IT roared, its form flickering with intensity. The King stood his ground, his blade gleaming with crimson fire.

Suddenly, IT struck, its form slamming into the King. The King grunted, his form flickering as he was pushed back.

But the King was not defeated. With a roar, he retaliated, his blade slicing through IT. IT recoiled, its form flickering.

IT roared, its form surging with power. The King met it head-on, his blade ready. The battle was far from over.

The Omniverse trembled as IT and the King clashed again. The King's laughter echoed through the plains, a chilling promise of the impending doom.

IT roared, its form surging with power. The King met it head-on, his blade ready. The battle was far from over.

IT struck, its form slamming into the King. The King grunted, his form flickering as he was pushed back. But he was far from defeated.

The King retaliated, his blade slicing through IT. IT recoiled, its form flickering. The battle raged on, the fate of the Omniverse in the balance.

Randall Flagg watched, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew the fate of the Omniverse hung in the balance.

IT roared, its form expanding to dwarf the King. The King merely laughed, his blade dancing in the ethereal light. The battle had begun.

The King swung his blade, the air sizzling as crimson fire met the ethereal form of IT. The battle had begun.

They clashed again and again, the King's blade meeting IT's ethereal form with sparks of magic. The Omniverse trembled with each impact.

Suddenly, the King struck a blow, the blade piercing through IT. IT reeled back, its form flickering in pain.

But IT was far from defeated. With a thunderous roar, it retaliated, sending the King flying back.

The King rose, his laughter echoing through the plains. "Is that all you got, IT?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

IT surged forward again, its form crackling with energy. The King met it head-on, his blade ready.

The battle raged on, neither side willing to give in. The fate of the Omniverse hung in the balance.

IT roared, its form flickering with intensity. The King stood his ground, his blade gleaming with crimson fire.

Suddenly, IT struck, its form slamming into the King. The King grunted, his form flickering as he was pushed back.