Xiaolin-showdown

The final ringing of the bell tower echoed throughout the temple as the sun descended toward the horizon. With the falling of the day’s light, the shroud of night covered the land with its darkness, bringing its own illumination with the stars and a clear cloudless display of the half moon. Once many of the temple’s residents were under roof, the Dragon of the Void could begin executing his plan. Switching to stealth mode, he crept low and rolled across the temple grounds, jumping from shadow to shadow unseen. His swift speed and light feet made him silent. If he wasn’t brought up as a Xiaolin monk, he would’ve made an excellent ninja. His primary facility of infiltration tonight was the Shen Gong Wu vault. Once inside, Wing flicked the three chimes nearby, and the center floor gave in and spiraled inwards. He climbed down the spiraling steps, his eyes browsing each drawer containing a Shen Gong Wu. With one Wu in mind, his plan could go off without a hitch. The only hitch would be if