Epilogue
The ghost of a red-haired boy, dressed in black, watched as Dojo Kanojo Cho arrived. Dojo picked up the Warriors, plus Marissa, and the ghost gazed thoughtfully as they flew away. This isn't the end, Xiaolin Warriors. He thought. Wuya will have something else up her sleeve, just you wait and see… And with that, a transparent Jack Spicer turned and walked away. Away from the battlefield, away from the wreckage of Wuya's palace.
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Above a pile of rubble, what remained of Wuya's stone hall, a purplish mist formed. The mist took shape, the shape of a ghostly woman. A familiar mask materialised on the front of the ghost's face.
"This isn't over, Dragon of Light." she hissed, disdainful emphasis on the last three words. "No, this is far from over. I shall have my revenge, Raimundo Pedrosa. One day. You mark my words, this is not the end of the tale…"
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