Doom situated his mask back in place after his and Loki's third dalliance of the day. It seemed as if Loki was able to continue indefinitely, but Doom knew his limits and decided to tag out while he was ahead. Loki pouted, because of course he did, but eventually he also relented that they were likely needed back in the Overtakers' mansion soon. The lovers were now each fully dressed. Loki prepared to cast a Corridor of Darkness to return to base, but he stopped short.
"Why do you hesitate?" Doom asked.
"We have a voyeur," Loki stated, turning around to face their uninvited guest.
"Thank goodness you two finally put on some clothes," the man said. "I was beginning to get uncomfortable waiting for you to stop. Though really, the flexibility of the horned one is most impressive."
"A demon," Doom spat in recognition.
"NOT a demon," he replied. "My name is Imshael, and I prefer the term choice spirit."
"And what choice exactly brings you here?" Loki asked.
Imshael strolled about thoughtfully, admiring seemingly unimportant and unnecessary objects around the room as if they were valuable pieces of art. Loki recognized his actions as reading the energies of his surroundings, but even to one well versed in magic, Imshael's actions felt foreign and bizarre.
"What a poor choice it was for Lord D'Onterre to keep his mage daughter under lock and key," Imshael said. "A choice that led to the slaughter of an entire household... Or perhaps it was the Inquisition's choice to play the hero by destroying the demon and putting the undead to rest... Or maybe still it was your interesting choice to move into such a place. So many choices all leading us to this very moment."
"Bah! Your little curiosity does not interest Doom," Doom replied. "Get to the point, demon, or I shall destroy you."
"Oh for the love of- CHOICE. SPIRIT," Imshael emphasized. "And why do you choose to go right to violence, hmm? There's so many other choices to make."
"He's infuriatingly direct," Loki said in agreement. "Though that does make him a rather forceful lover, so I cannot complain."
Doom growled at Loki's remark but did not threaten Imshael further.
"But the real choice that interests me is your choice to come here from quite far away," Imshael explained. "You're not from anywhere on Thedas or from the Fade. There's a whole different world out there, isn't there?"
"Now, I could choose to tell you," Loki said before Doom could interject. "Or perhaps such a choice requires... incentives."
Imshael grinned. "I knew I liked you for some reason. I can grant you great power, shower you with riches, or maybe virgins for the two of you to deflower."
"Can you even actually ever find any virgins?" Loki asked slyly.
"No," Imshael admitted. "Yet it's the one people always choose. Tell you what. I have a little something you might like."
Imshael pulled a shard of reddish orange stone from his jacket pocket and held it up. The rock seemed to be singing at pitch far beyond what normal hearing could understand clearly.
"This is Red Lyrium," Imshael said. "Not uncommon on this world, but rather valuable all the same. It's power. Raw, dark power. It can enticing and seduce or enrage and destroy. It can be used to create unspeakable things. I can always cultivate more for you as well if you wish it."
"It could be of use to us," Loki said. "At the very least, it's something for you to study and research, Doom."
"Very well," Doom nodded. "What is it you wish to know, choice spirit?"
On the outskirts of Radiant Garden, an abandoned windmill sat peacefully as a testament to the world's history and things long past. Everything was calm and peaceful... until the moment that it wasn't. Streams of fire rocketed out of Jafar's staff, causing the old windmill to burn and crumble with the flames of the sorcerer's rage. Even the five other Overtakers standing behind Jafar were slightly fearful of their ally's rage.
"COME OUT AND FACE ME, BOY!" Jafar shouted.
A streak of blue light flew out of the burning mill and landed in front of Jafar, taking the shape of Mozenrath, the true thief behind the empty vault.
"First Loki set Amuk Moonrah on my kingdom," Mozenrath said, "and now you've burned down my temporary base of operations. You Overtakers really have no respect for personal property."
"BAH!" Jafar scoffed. "You were the one who stole the contents of Maleficent's vault!"
"I figured you owed me at least that considering everything Loki did," Mozenrath said.
"Yeah, kid, hi, Hades, Lord of the Dead, how ya doin'?" Hades interjected. "See, I don't think ya grasp the concept of who you're messin' with here."
"And apparently the first time we defeated you, you didn't apply the lesson," Fish said. "How did you get out of the World of the Thirdacs anyhow?"
A knowing smirk cracked onto Mozenrath's face. "Let's just say, there was divine intervention. Why don't you come out and join us, Hecate?"
In a clap of thunder and a plume of smoke, Hecate, along with her faithful winged wolves Canis and Lupis, appeared next to Mozenrath. Hades's temper flared, turning him bright orange, but the Underworld boss's anger was only a fraction of Russell's.
"Figured I needed a friend to match yours, Hades," Hecate said. "... Not that I needed them to send poor Talbot to his oblivion."
"YOU BITCH!" Russell yelled out as he rushed towards the goddess with murder in his eyes.
Hecate cackled as she blasted Russell with a bolt of magic that sent him flying back several yards away.
"Get real!" Hecate said. "You think a vampire's gonna beat a demigoddess?"
"Maybe not, babe," Hades chimed in. "But I'm one of the Big Three! You're never gonna be more powerful than me, Heks! You got a death wish? Because I am more than happy to book ya a one way ticket on the River Styx cruise!"
"Oh, but that was before the vault, Lord Hades," Mozenrath said with a mocking emphasis on Hades's title. "Because now, I have this!"
From a pocket inside his cloak, Mozenrath produced a simple necklace that consisted of a black thread with a large blue stone attached by golden clip.
"Alright, I'll bite," Fish relented, "what's so special about costume jewelry?"
"Far be it from me to keep you all in suspense," Mozenrath said.
Hecate and Mozenrath both fired bolts of blue magical energy into the necklace simultaneously. The necklace became irradiated, and even Hades seemed to recoil from the raw energy pulsating off of it. The necklace shattered and a mighty storm of blue and golden energy fired into the sky, growing into a swirling vortex of raw power.
"On a distant world there existed a powerful weapon known as the Octavian Chalice," Mozenrath explained as his hair and cape billowed from the winds of the magical storm up above. "The Chalice itself no longer exists, but one warrior was blessed with unspeakable power by it. Though she thought she lost her power before her imprisonment, the blessing of the Octavian Chalice cannot be destroyed so easily! She just needed... a reminder."
Hecate laughed wickedly as Mozenrath fired a bolt of blue into the cloud. The swirling magic seemed to respond as if sentient. Fish didn't understand any of this magic mumbo jumbo, but the fact that Hades, Jafar, and Blackheart all were very visibly afraid told Fish all that she needed to know about what had just been unleashed.
"Hear the voice of your master!" Mozenrath shouted. "Use your power to destroy my enemies! And then, I guarantee all worlds will know the wrath of Miratrix!"
The energy took the form of an enormous blue owl with glowing yellow eyes and powerful wings that kept her aloft. Miratrix, as Mozenrath had referred to the beast, looked down upon the Overtakers as if they were nothing more than field mice for her to hunt. She let out a mighty roar, causing the sky to instantly turn pitch dark with thunder clouds and heavy rain to pour. As the rain put out Hades's hair, it was clear the Lord of the Dead had had enough of this.
"Okay, fine, Mozie Boy," Hades said as he reignited his hair and somehow kept it lit in spite of the rain. "Ya wanna play it like that? Well ya messed with HADES, and I'm LARGE and IN CHARGE here!"
Hades suddenly grew to an immense height to match the size of Miratrix. Everyone else scurried to avoid being trampled by the immense Underworld god. Even Mozenrath and Hecate seemed taken off guard by Hades's response. Mozenrath's momentary distraction was all the invitation Jafar needed to attack, flying up to the young sorcerer and slamming the head of his staff into Mozenrath's jaw.
Blackheart, meanwhile, had morphed from his typical appearance into his true demonic form, a form Fish and Steve were taken off guard to see. Blackheart's hands radiated dark hellfire as he charged Hecate. Canis and Lupis attempted to intercept him, but Fish managed to ground Canis by firing a shot into his wing. Steve handled Lupis, tackling the flying wolf with vampiric speed. The two ended up rolling on the ground trying to tear each other apart. Once Canis recovered from his fall, he turned his vicious snarl towards Fish.
Mozenrath attempted to retreat from Jafar back into the burning windmill, but the older sorcerer pursued with no fear of the flames. Mozenrath reached out with his gauntlet to bend the fire to his will and used the power to create a wave of flames directly for Jafar. Jafar raised his arms and chanted, summoning a powerful ice storm to disperse the fire from around them. When the ice storm cleared, it left the main chamber of the windmill an open area of still smoldering wood.
Jafar stalked towards his opponent with murder in his eyes, but Mozenrath merely smirked, knowing what would come next. Jafar, unaware that he was stepping onto the part of the floor that was also the ceiling for the cellar, fell through the burned and weakened floor boards. Mozenrath laughed at his opponent's misfortune.
"Watch your step next time!" Mozenrath taunted.
But as Mozenrath looked down into the cellar, he did not see an angry Jafar cursing his name or preparing for another onslaught of magic. On the contrary, he saw nothing down there at all, and all he could hear was a strange sound that almost reminded Mozenrath of scales on wood. Mozenrath briefly contemplated going down to check before he thought better of it.
Suddenly, the floorboards behind Mozenrath made a terrible crash as something shot up from below. Mozenrath turned in terror to see a giant black and gold cobra staring him down.
"TIME FOR ROASTED BIRD!" Hades shouted as he launched two giant balls of fire at Miratrix.
Miratrix spread her great wings, and when she flapped them, they created a powerful wind that extinguished Hades's attack. Miratrix screeched an ear piercing sound as she dive bombed Hades. Hades attempted to hurl more fire her way, but Miratrix slammed into him before he could unleash his attack. Hades fell backwards onto the ground and his flames went soaring off trajectory. Miratrix did not let up her assault, and bolts of red lightning fired from all over her body and zeroed in on Hades's chest, causing the Lord of the Dead to cry out in pain.
Fish fumbled to reload her pistol as Canis started running towards her with murder in his eyes. Fish knew that challenging a magical wolf with a gun was probably a death wish, but she had no other choice. Just as the wolf was about to leap on top of her, a blur grabbed it and carried it away. Fish looked on as Russell, a few yards away, grabbed Canis by the head and by the tail and tore the beast in two, causing blood and gore to splatter everywhere (thankfully Russell was far enough away so that none of it got on Fish's outfit).
Steve managed to kick Lupis off from on top of him and sent the other wolf skidding into Russell's direction. Russell darted over and grabbed Lupis by the chest. Then, with a powerful thrust, Russell shoved the upper half of Canis down Lupis's throat and then threw him to the ground with enough force to break every bone in the beast's body. Hecate was horrified by the bloody sight, and that left her vulnerable to a blast of hellfire from Blackheart.
Russell wasted no time going after Hecate whilst she was down. The demigoddess attempted to raise her hands to hurl a new spell at Russell, but the bloodthirsty vampire grabbed onto her wrists and twisted them into an unnatural contortion. Hecate screamed in agony as Russell then proceeded to rip her hands clean out of their sockets.
"That was for Talbot!" Russell spat.
Humiliated and in unimaginable pain, Hecate vanished into a Corridor of Darkness to lick her wounds. Russell attempted to chase her into the portal, but he found that without an invitation, he was unable to enter. Sometimes vampire rules were more trouble than they were worth.
Jafar's cobra form struck at Mozenrath, and the young sorcerer barely managed to leap out of the way. Jafar struck again and again, and each time Mozenrath managed to barely dodge. Both parties knew that Mozenrath couldn't keep that up forever, especially not in an in-closed area. Mozenrath teleported back outside to get a better stance to fight the cobra. However, a quick glance at where he was stepping revealed to Mozenrath the bloody fate of Canis and Lupis.
To make matters worse, the second he emerged from the burning building, Blackheart, Russell, Fish, and Steve turned their attention towards him. With no Hecate around to help him and Jafar's cobra head bursting out of the front door, Mozenrath knew that he had no choice but to leave this battle to Miratrix. Mozenrath was engulfed by a Corridor of Darkness just as Jafar struck. The cobra connected to nothing by empty air.
Jafar turned his attention to Hades and Miratrix's battle. He flicked his forked tongue in frustration when he saw that Hades continued to be unable to get the better of the giant owl. Jafar slithered out of the burning shack and grew even larger to join the battle. Fish, Blackheart, Russell, and Steve remained on the ground, looking up at the battle of titans, unable to contribute. It was hard to see through the rainstorm, but things did not seem to be going better for Hades even with Jafar's help. Miratrix's power was unfathomable.
"Can we get up there?" Fish asked.
"Yeah, I can fly up there," Russell answered. "But I have no fuckin' idea if I can even hurt that thing."
"Ya gotta try, baby!" Steve said.
"Wait! Wait!" a voice cried out.
The four Overtakers looked over to see Grimhilde running towards them, carrying a large potion vial defensively under her arm. The rain and wind seemed to be beating up the brittle old woman considerably to the point where Fish had to wonder why she'd even bothered coming out.
"I saw everything in the mirror!" Grimhilde said. "This potion is the key!"
"Why the fuck are you here, witch?" Russell asked.
"Be silent and heed my words!" Grimhilde spat. "If one of you can get this down the great owl's throat, it will cut off her connection to the power completely!"
"How do we know this won't just make things worse?" Fish asked.
"Because that kind of power being unleashed is not in my best interests, I can assure you!" Grimhilde said. "Take it, quickly! Your friends have little time!"
She was right. Even through the storm, it was plain to anyone that Jafar and Hades were hurting badly and Miratrix was not letting up. Russell took the potion from Grimhilde and flew into the volatile skies. Russell had to fight against the wind, all whilst dodging lightning bolts and the various attacks from the titanic battle still raging. To say it was a difficult feat just to just get up to the owl's beak was an understatement. However, Russell managed it and used his free hand and foot to get a solid hold on one of Miratrix's feathers by her beak. Miratrix opened her beak to screech, and the sound was ear-piercingly shrill, especially for Russell's enhanced vampiric hearing. However, Russell managed to power through the pain enough to throw the vial containing the red liquid down Miratrix's throat. He then let go and allowed the wind to carry him away from the beast.
The effects of the potion were instantaneous. Miratrix cried out in pain as her form seemed to dissolve in mid air. The storm around the battle subsided and clear skies returned as the fearsome beast returned to her human form. Once Blackheart saw that Miratrix was nothing more than a human woman lying helpless in the mud, he made a beeline for her. However, before the demon could reach his prey, Mozenrath reappeared and blasted Blackheart back with a plasma bolt. The young sorcerer then proceed to scoop both himself and Miratrix up in a Corridor of Darkness, vanishing from Radiant Garden in defeat.
The six battle worn Overtakers gathered outside the ruins of the windmill along with Grimhilde. Everyone was soaking wet and exhausted, with the exception of Russell who was still covered in blood and looking absolutely exhilarated. No one could blame him, though. After what Hecate did to Talbot, it was hard for any of them not to take pleasure in his brutality.
"I'm guessing you had a little somethin' to do with that, Witchy-Poo?" Hades asked. "Listen, I don't say this very often, but... thanks. You saved my bacon out there."
"I felt it was the least I could do after my earlier transgressions," Grimhilde said. "Though, I'll admit, I did have an ulterior motive. You see, the mirror also revealed to me the prize in which you seek: the Book of Prophecies. I wish to aide your team in your search in hopes that I may use it to restore my status as the Fairest One of All."
"Hey, babe, after that potion work you just pulled, you're in!" Hades replied.
And so the group of six Overtakers became a group of seven as they turned their attention towards the windmill to recover their stolen property.
Maleficent stood at the edge of the forest that overlooked Storybrooke, gazing down at the peaceful little town as it slipped into twilight. Cruella and Hook flanked her on either side, unsure of what the evil fairy was thinking but too afraid to ask. A cloud of black ink appeared next to them, and Ursula slithered out looking altogether too pleased with herself.
"Have you taken care of Sora's Final Form power?" Maleficent asked.
"Oh yes!" Ursula nodded with a chuckle. "I basically took the shirt right off his back. HA!"
"With the pen now in my possession, we have little use for this town," Maleficent stated. "But before we continue our quest for the ink and the Author, we must see to it that Rumplestiltskin is made to pay. Revenge before pleasure, after all."
Hook grinned devilishly at that. "Allow me to destroy the Crocodile for you, m'lady. I'll make him suffer greatly for all the pain he's caused us."
"It cannot simply be a matter of mere death, Hook," Maleficent explained. "First he must lose everything he has built. This town must burn!"
"Sounds like a girls night on the town," Cruella said before Hook caught her eye, prompting her to amend her statement. "Well girls and leather daddies, I suppose."
The fiendish smile on Maleficent's face both enticed and terrified her subordinates. "Let us show this town what true villainy is!"
Cruella made her way to the Storybrooke pound right away. The dogs locked away in here weren't quite the vicious beasts that Cruella's mother used to train, but they would do for a little mischief. Cruella breathed a cloud of green over the barking mongrels, and they instantly all sat at attention.
"Go make some trouble in town, my pets!" Cruella said, as she opened all the cage doors. "Rip this town to pieces. Indulge your base instincts!"
Cruella couldn't command any of the dogs to kill anyone due to Isaac's limitations, but she hoped that she'd given the beasts enough of a general idea that they could decide that part on their own. As the cage doors opened, the dogs all ran out free to go cause mischief at their master's commands. Cruella cackled wickedly as they took to the streets and began to chew, tear, and chase anything in their paths.
Storybrooke's docks hosted a myriad of fishing boats that accommodated much of the town's hunger for fresh New England fish, a crucial part of the town's diet. At this point in the evening, most of the ships had already found their way back to shore, and the fishermen worked to haul their catch ashore. The wind was especially powerful tonight, and many of the fishermen feared a terrible storm to be coming from just beyond the horizon.
Suddenly, a spigot of water erupted from the surface and from the top of the watery tower, Ursula emerged with a sinister chortle. Many of the fishermen panicked and tried to run away from the sea, but Ursula was faster than them. With a wave of her hand, a powerful wave crashed into the scurrying fishermen, knocking some to the ground and carrying others out into the water.
"Spot of lizard, hair of frog, twitching tail of pollywog," Ursula chanted. "All the powers of the sea, lend your destructive might to me!"
A hundred jets of water more powerful than a fireman's hose fired from the ocean as if they were cannons being shot by an aquatic army. The jets tore through the fishing boats, ripping them to shreds. Then they turned their full force to the surrounding buildings and the few seamen still trying to escape. Ursula cackled at her destruction and then noticed the lighthouse nearby. With a flick of her wrist, one of her water jets shattered the bulb, condemning the ships that hadn't yet returned to be lost at sea.
But the worst of the Queens of Darkness's wrath was yet to come. The citizens of Storybrooke out for an evening stroll through the various shops of the town square were first alerted to something being wrong by a bizarre noise that vaguely sounded like the flapping of wings, only much larger than any species of bird or bat. The first few who spotted the source against the night sky immediately attempted to find cover amidst great panic.
"DRAGON!"
The cries came too late. The immense purple and black dragon form of Maleficent descended upon the town. Jets of green fire poured from her mouth, setting ablaze every building and every person unlucky enough to be in her way. Cries of anguish and fear could be heard from blocks away as the evil dragon burned Storybrooke to the ground. To call Maleficent's destruction "Hell" would have been an understatement, for there are no innocent bystanders in Hell.
Maleficent fired a ball of fire through the glass of the clock tower and with a mighty swipe of her talons, she tore the tower off the library, sending it crushing into the streets below. Maleficent sat where the tower once stood and admired her handiwork. There was hardly a building in all the town left unburnt. She roared triumphantly and continued to breathe balls of fire at any cars or people on foot trying to run away.
The town Rumplestiltskin built through his curse was burning to the ground, and the cries of agony were music to Maleficent's ears.
Rumplestiltskin was not on board with the plan to remove the darkness from his heart. After all, doing so would remove all of his power, and Rumple had no desire to be powerless, especially with Maleficent in town. However, when the darkness rendered him unconscious and the Apprentice noted that it would not be long before it completely overtook Rumple, the heroes knew they had to do what was right, whether or not it was what Rumple wanted.
The process was not complicated, but all present felt the intensity of the Apprentice transferring the Dark One darkness into the sorcerer's hat. The dagger began to glow yellow and Rumplestiltskin's name vanished from its blade. The Apprentice was left with a pure white heart in one hand and a magic hat stained with great darkness in the other. He returned the white heart to Rumple's chest as Belle watched in concern for her husband.
"He's barely breathing," she noted.
"Rumplestiltskin was the Dark One for centuries," the Apprentice said as he stood. "His return to the man he used to be will not be easy."
The sounds of the first flames hitting Storybrooke's streets rumbled even as far as the mansion. Over the tree tops, the various heroes in the mansion could see the fires raging and Maleficent soaring through the skies.
"Oh my God," Emma said in horror.
"Maleficent, what you done?" Sora said, not believing what he was seeing.
Without needing any further words expressed, Sora, Donald, Goofy, Emma, Regina, Mary Margaret, and David all rushed towards town to see what could be done to help. Henry went to follow them, but Belle held him back.
"Please, Henry, stay with me," Belle said. "You'll be safer here, and I'd like someone to help me watch Rumple."
Henry wordlessly agreed. The Apprentice dismissed the hat back into its box and sat the box down on a nearby shelf.
"So that's it?" Henry asked. "Grandpa's not the Dark One anymore?"
"Correct," the Apprentice nodded.
"Oh perfect!" Hook said as he stepped out of his hiding spot in the adjacent room. "That means I can kill the Crocodile without having to become the Dark One myself. My devilishly handsome features would've looked so terrible with scales."
"Hook, what's going on?" Belle asked. "I thought... I thought you'd changed."
"Aye love, that I did," Hook answered. "Worst decision of my life. Now, I'm going to finally get what I've always wanted: to skin my Crocodile."
"He is not the Hook you know," the Apprentice noted. "He is a dark revenant of the man he once was brought back by Maleficent. He's an abomination."
"Oooh, you know, it's really not nice to call people names," Hook said. "Especially not when they have a gun."
Without further warning, Hook whipped out a pistol and shot the Apprentice in the chest. Belle and Henry screamed and tried to run over to help their fallen friend, but they froze when Hook turned the gun on them.
"Oh no you don't," Hook said. "Now you two are going to let me pass so I can savor Rumplestiltskin's death, otherwise, you can join the withered old codger in death. Savvy?"
Belle held Henry tightly in her arms, and the two backed away slowly from Rumple's unconscious body. Hook kept his gun aimed for Belle and Henry as he knelt down by Rumple, ready to greedily exact his vengeance and gut the Crocodile like a fish. Just as Hook was prepared to strike the first blow, the sound of a Corridor of Darkness opening drew Hook's attention away. A figure in an all black coat materialized in the room.
"Who the bloody Hell are you?" Hook asked, turning his gun on the cloaked figure.
The figure said nothing and fired a blast of dark energy directly at Hook. The resulting impact threw the pirate captain away from Rumple and out the nearby window. The cloaked figure did not bother to face Belle or Henry and simply stepped over the Apprentice's dead body to get to the shelves.
"I'm not hear to hurt anyone," the figure, obviously a woman, said. "I just want this."
The woman picked up the hat box and held it up to show Belle and Henry. Before either could object, she vanished just as quickly as she had come. Once she was gone, Belle rushed over to the Apprentice's body to check for a pulse, and Henry ran to the broken window.
"Hook's gone!" he announced.
Hook stumbled into the clearing in the woods where Cruella and Ursula were already waiting. Before Hook could ask where their fourth ally was, Maleficent appeared amidst a flurry of green flames.
"The bloodshed and carnage you unleashed was truly marvelous, darling!" Cruella said.
"Now this town truly knows what happens when the Queens of Darkness take matters into their own tentacles!" Ursula declared.
"I... failed to kill Rumplestiltskin," Hook confessed. "But I did manage to kill the Apprentice as you asked, and the Crocodile is no longer the Dark One. The heroes did some... procedure on him."
"Then why was that not the easiest murder you've ever committed?" Cruella asked with a sigh. "Amateurs! Oh if only I could show you how it's done..."
"It wasn't my fault!" Hook spat. "Some woman in a black coat interfered and took the hat."
"A black coat?" Maleficent asked, her eyes flashing with rage. "One of Xehanort's flunkies, no doubt. Well, no matter. We have the pen, Sora has been weakened, and Storybrooke burns with my vengeance! Perhaps it is truly crueler that Rumplestiltskin should live. Our work here is done, and other worlds require our attention."
A Corridor of Darkness opened and Ursula and Cruella stepped through. Hook eyed the dark portal with apprehension.
"I need my vengeance upon Rumplestiltskin," Hook argued.
"And there is more than one way to achieve that goal," Maleficent said as she held up the Author's pen to punctuate her meaning. "I have extended upon you an invitation to join my Overtakers. That is not something to squander."
Hook nodded. "Apologies, m'lady. I graciously accept your invitation."
Hook entered the portal himself. Maleficent then turned to admire the sight of Storybrooke in flames. It was comforting to see that her wrath was still as potent as ever. Even with Sora and his friends, this town would never truly recover from what she had done. Satisfied with her wickedness, Maleficent stepped through the portal.
Soon all the worlds would know her power.