There was much to do, but so little time to do it. But every great story had to begin somewhere, didn't it? Ganondorf was...mortal, in a sense. But not in the sense people thought, his body was mortal...his power was immortal. The body itself could be made immortal, his mortality was just a current inconvenience...and a minor one at best. The Sages were the worse problem, and as of right now...it was only assumed that Ganondorf was around.
He was making that statement boldly and clearly when Medusa's forces sunk into the Zora waters, their goal was the temple and suppression of Zora forces. Ganondorf, meanwhile...decided to personally lead his Gerudo forces into the underground caves of the Gorons. It was nothing short of a small massacre to take the Fire Temple. But doing so secured much of the way in and out of Hyrule. People could not escape.
He did, however...make sure that his Phantom was attacking close to the castle. To leave a message, to set fear into the hears of Hyrule. Between the desert, the Goron mountain range and the Zoran domain under control, he had considerable breathing room. Death Mountain seemed like a wonderfully appropriate place for him to set up a proper defense. He rubbed his chin with an amused smirk, even as Medusa's creature came in like a dog who knew he'd be beaten.
"Ah, Medusa's puppet..." Ganondorf said, arms crossing. "You return empty handed."
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"...Only because of that stupid sword and that idiot man, they caught me off guard. They were in the Gerudo Jungle." His expression wavered a moment, rubbing his red beard in thought. Hm...interesting, the girl was that bold...?
"Fetch your Mistress, boy. There's much to celebrate, and discuss." He heard a faint noise of disrespect, but eventually the thing left. Ganondorf resisted the urge to snort, interesting thing...he wondered absently why Medusa chose to give it such a personality, or was it a byproduct of whatever it is she stole?
