The Throne Room looms, its cracked walls echoing with dark energy. Misery materializes in a burst of violet light, her staff crackling.

So, you’ve come this far… She floats cross-legged, smirking. The Doctor warned me about persistent intruders. I’ll admit—you’re more trouble than the those pesky Mimiga. But this ends here. Her eyes glow faintly red. The fate of this island is no concern of yours. Prepare to face the consequences of your meddling.