Pitch black shadows festered from the ground. Pools of tar rose into the air and coagulated into humanoid shapes. When their forms solidified, color and detail slowly faded back. Vergil could see clearly what they were now.

An army of spandex’d soldiers in a myriad of different colors. Each wielded a different weapon, each wore helmets that bore at the very least a passing resemblance to Lord Drakkon’s.

“Look upon my forces, Son of Sparda,” said Drakkon. “Every Ranger I have killed has entered into a contract with me, even in the afterlife. As I am the employer and they are the employees, they are under my complete command.”

The rangers all posed in unison.

“Go! Power Rangers: Labor Force!”

- Ragnarust Round 5