"You should've stayed hidden in your little forest, eh-lick~"

Smoke drifted away, unveiling Perospero seated atop a jagged ruin of scorched stone, his silhouette twisted but triumphant. The battlefield had fallen silent, save for the slow, deliberate tap... tap... tap of his candy cane staff against the earth.

“Trying to avenge that mangy mutt Pedro...?”

His voice oozed mockery, each word laced with venom.

“Kuku... how adorably pathetic.”

His laugh slithered out, cold and sharp. Wanda lay in a crumpled heap, her chest barely rising. Carrot, drained and shaking, knelt in syrup and soil, her claws limp, Sulong glow long gone.

And you — you're not faring much better.