The night sky hung still over New York City, unusually quiet, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Streetlights flickered softly, and in the heart of Chinatown, the shadows stretched long and deep.
A narrow alley near the local museum became the center of focus. Three figures lingered in the dim glow of the streetlamps—members of the Purple Dragons. Their expressions were twisted with mischief and anticipation.
"So how we gonna break into the museum, Fong?" Sid asked, his voice a low hiss.
Fong grinned, pulling a thin, metal object from his coat. "You want to steal, steal a key."
Both men chuckled darkly, the stolen key gleaming under the dim light.
April O'Neil lowered the scope slightly, perched on a nearby rooftop. Her focus was razor-sharp. She wasn't alone.
Behind her, a heated debate was already in progress.
"That is not true," Donatello argued as he clambered onto the roof. "I've gone through years of intense physical training. Ninjas are some of the most skilled athletes on the planet."
From the shadows, Casey Jones leapt out dramatically, landing on a wire and sliding down like a showoff.
"You're just, like, limping around, dude. Now this is how Casey Jones crosses rooftops."
Donnie rolled his eyes. "Lame."
April turned to them with a sigh. "Oh, will you two keep it down? We're supposed to be looking for Karai."
Donnie winced, his tone softening. "Sorry, April. I-I didn't mean to—"
Casey held up his hands, mock-sheepish. "My bad, Red. Casey Jones apologizes. Peace hug?"
"Ugh, cringe," Cat muttered from where she was crouched by the ledge, peering down at the street. "If I have to witness one more 'peace hug,' I might jump."
"You could just leave," Elliot offered flatly, adjusting his hood and peering through a small pair of binoculars. "We'd all manage somehow."
Cat'a mouth fell open. "You weren't this mean when I was a—"
"When you were a what?"
""Children," April said sharply.
Cat and Elliot both shut up immediately.
Donnie suddenly stiffened, eyes narrowing. "The Purple Dragons. Yes. Peace hug's over. Let's go!"
Inside the museum, the Dragons crept through the Chinese exhibit, their boots echoing faintly on the polished floors. The room was dim, filled with artifacts of jade and gold, ancient scrolls and ceremonial weapons.
Fong's eyes locked onto a dagger inside a glass case. "Wow. Steranko's gonna pay through the roof. We hit the mother lode!"
A familiar voice rang out from above.
"Yeah? Well, you're about to get hit by a mother lode of Casey Jones!"
Casey dropped into the room like a bat out of hell.
Donnie followed, bo staff spinning. "And a mother lode of Donnie, too!"
Casey blinked. "What the—?"
April landed beside them, calm and focused. "And Cat."
Cat stumbled in next, nearly tripping on a velvet rope. "And April."
They fist bump.
Elliot dropped down behind her, a hand in his pocket. "And Elliot..."
Chaos erupted instantly. Sid hurled a vase, which Casey barely deflected. April spun and landed a clean blow to Sid's stomach. Cat screamed as a piece of pottery shattered near her feet.
"WHY is everything always breakable?!"
Donnie faced off against Fong, but just before he could finish him, Casey barreled through, tackling Fong to the ground.
"I had him!" Donnie snapped.
"I saved you from a kick in the head," Casey said smugly.
"You were just trying to impress April!"
April groaned. "Nice job, guys."
Meanwhile, Cat ducked behind a statue pedestal as Sid tried to swipe at her.
"Hey, Elliot? Little help?"
Elliot grabbed a fire extinguisher from a nearby wall. "Try not to die."
He flung it at Sid's head. It missed—but startled him enough for Cat to kick him in the shin and bolt.
"You're so bad at aiming, Ellie!" she shouted.
"Don't call me that!" he shot back.
Eventually, the Purple Dragons fled into the shadows, leaving the group behind in a trail of disarray.
April scowled at the mess. "Great. You let them get away."
The cool night air hit them as the siblings emerged from a side tunnel, joining up with Donatello, April, Casey—and trailing just behind them, Cat and Elliot. They stood beneath the neon glow of a flickering sign, the city humming softly around them. They all looked tired, worn down by weeks of searching, but their eyes were still sharp with determination.
Leo stepped forward, his tone clipped but hopeful. "You guys have any luck?"
Donnie shook his head, brushing dust off his shoulder. "No sign of Karai. But we did just have a crazy run-in with the Purple Dragon gang."
Raph's eyes widened, half-offended, half-excited. "Oh, man, you beat 'em up without me? What kind of friends are you?"
April crossed her arms, raising a brow. "We almost had them—until these two goofballs let 'em get away."
Casey scoffed. "We had it handled until Donnie tried to show off."
"I was not showing off," Donnie protested.
"That's exactly what someone who was showing off would say," Elliot muttered, arms folded and leaning casually against a street pole.
Cat, still catching her breath from the rooftop sprint, threw her hands in the air. "For the record, I did not let anyone get away."
Mikey, ever the peacemaker, waved it off as he strolled ahead. "Ah, it's no big deal, April. Those guys are like a level-one boss battle. Total nobodies. Who even cares about the Purple Dragons anyway?"
Mari raised an eyebrow. "I mean... maybe the people they keep robbing?"
"Details," Mikey said, flippant.
Leo turned back to Donnie, his expression tensing. "Anything else?"
Donnie hesitated. "They... might have taken something from the museum. Some kind of ancient dagger."
Mari narrowed her eyes. "Why do I feel like that's going to bite us in the shell?"
Cat shuddered. "I don't like daggers. Or museums. Or ghosts. Or—"
"Cat, shut up," Mari says.
Leo nodded sharply. "We regroup at the lair. We need to figure out what that dagger was before something worse happens."
Mari muttered under her breath as they turned to leave, "Something worse always happens..."
And with that, the group melted into the shadows, the tension in the air growing heavier as the city watched from above—quietly, patiently—waiting for the chaos to come.
Later, back in the lair, the mood had shifted. A quiet heaviness hung in the air like dust. The team gathered around Donnie's workbench, maps and tracking screens scattered in disarray.
Donnie leaned over the table, frustration bleeding into his voice. "Guys, we've been at this for a week straight. Maybe Karai is... gone for good."
"No way," Mikey said quickly, standing on his toes to peer over a map. "Okay, dudes, let's use our awesome deduction skills. Where do snakes hang out?" He started counting on his fingers. "Swamps, deserts, forests, pizzerias, ice cream parlors, the arcade, a—"
He stopped mid-thought.
All eyes had turned toward the dojo.
Splinter sat in complete stillness, cross-legged beneath the dim light. His eyes were closed, but his expression was not calm—it was deeply pained, as if he were listening to ghosts only he could hear.
Leo's gaze softened. "He's been like that for days."
"Karai's mutation really messed him up," Raph muttered, voice low.
Leo shook his head. "Sensei's not messed up. He's just... healing his spirit."
"I don't like seeing him like this," Mikey said, edging closer to the dojo entrance. "Let's keep searching. We can't give up now."
From the other side of the room, Mari leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly. "Even if we find her, we don't know if she'll be Karai anymore."
Cat, seated on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, flinched at Mari's words. "Don't say that," she whispered.
Mari looked over at her, something unreadable in her expression. "I'm not saying she's gone forever," she said, her voice a little softer. "I'm saying we need to be ready if she's not who she used to be."
Cat's gaze dropped to her hands. "She's still in there. I know she is."
Raph sighed and crossed his arms. "We could really use Casey, Elliot and April's help. I think they're hanging out at the ice rink."
Donnie perked up immediately. "That's a great idea! We could break them up—"
Everyone turned to look at him.
"I-I mean split them up," he corrected quickly, waving his hands. "Split them into two teams. You know. Logistically."
The chilly air inside the old hockey arena felt heavier than usual, the cold clinging to every breath. April skated awkwardly, wobbling on her blades while Casey glided smoothly beside her.
"You're doing great," Casey encouraged with a grin.
April's arms flailed as she lost her balance. "No, I'm not! Whoa—!"
With a loud thud, she crashed onto the ice... right into Elliot, who had just stepped onto the rink with all the enthusiasm of a cat near a bathtub.
"Oof!" Elliot grunted, breaking her fall as they both toppled. "I knew I should've stayed on the bleachers."
April winced. "Sorry! I didn't see you there!"
He groaned dramatically. "I'm wearing all black and skulking quietly. How did you not see me?"
Casey skated over with his usual swagger. "Not everybody can be as cool on the ice as Casey Jones. I was practically born in the rink. My old man was on a pro hockey team. I ever tell you that?"
Elliot didn't even look up. "Yes. Repeatedly. Loudly."
April pushed herself up, brushing off frost. "Ignore them. Let's just get a few more laps in—"
Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed overhead. The rafters shook, and with a CRASH, the ceiling shattered.
The Purple Dragons descended in a whirlwind of glowing energy, their eyes alight with something unnatural. Blue light shimmered off their skin as they hit the ice with inhuman force.
April stumbled back. "Purple Dragons?!"
Casey grinned, fists raised. "You jokers again? You just love getting beat up."
Elliot narrowed his eyes. "You might wanna skip the smack talk this time, Jones."
April stepped in front of Elliot instinctively, but her words were lost in a roar of wind. She was hurled across the ice, slamming into the boards with a cry.
Casey launched a puck, but it was blown aside effortlessly by Tsoi's gust. Sid's fists flared with fire, cracking the ice beneath him as Fong's electricity surged through the air, striking Casey and sending him crashing into the goal.
April fought to stand, only to be ensnared in glowing blue energy, lifted off the ground by invisible force.
"Help! No!" she cried out, struggling against the binding magic.
Elliot took a step forward, teeth clenched, but a final blast of wind knocked him back hard, sending him skidding across the ice and slamming into a bench with a grunt.
He groaned and looked up just in time to see April vanishing through the roof.
"...well, that went terribly."
The lair echoed with tension as Casey burst in, Elliot close behind him. Both were breathless, eyes wide.
"I'm tellin' you—they just took April!" Casey gasped. "Grabbed her like it was nothing!"
Donatello shot up from his seat, his eyes narrowing. "You're saying you just let them take her?"
Casey threw up his hands. "Listen, these dudes had powers, yo!"
Donnie scoffed. "Powers? The Purple Dragons are a gang of third-class wannabes with—"
"Powers," Elliot concluded, "it was weird."
Mikey raised a finger with a smirk. "Like me after I eat broccoli. Ha!"
Mari rolled her eyes. "This isn't the time, Mikey."
Cat's expression was tight with worry. She tugged at her tessen nervously. "April's really gone?"
Casey nodded grimly. "They flew off with her. Glowing blue energy, wind powers—like something out of a martial arts horror movie."
Raph stepped forward, arms out to separate the rising tension. "All right, enough. Maybe Casey's actually right for once. Either way—we gotta save April."
"I'm in," Elliot said quickly, stepping up beside Raph. "Whatever you need."
Mari nodded, cracking her knuckles. "Then what are we waiting for?"
Cat glanced at Leo, who hadn't said a word. "Leo?"
Leo's eyes were already on the door. "We move now."
The team approached the old fortune cookie factory, shadows creeping across the building's warped windows and rusted walls.
Leo frowned. "I don't like the looks of this."
Mikey nudged Raph. "I do like the looks of those hats. They're awesome."
Raph cracked his knuckles. "They're still just loser Purple Dragons. How tough could they be?"
"GOONGALA!" Casey whooped, charging forward like a missile.
He didn't get far.
Tsoi raised a hand—and a blast of wind sent Casey flying backward into a stack of crates with a crash.
Raph blinked. "Okay. They're a little tougher than I thought."
Lightning crackled through the air as Fong unleashed a storm of electricity. The team scattered—ducking, flipping, dodging through the chaos.
Mikey vaulted over a conveyor belt.
Donnie blocked a blast with his bo.
Mari darted in alongside Leo, cutting through Sid's fire with fast, brutal strikes. "Try and toast me again, I dare you."
Across the room, Cat screamed as a bolt of electricity missed her by inches. "Why are they always on fire?!"
"Duck!" Elliot yelled, yanking her down just in time. He threw a wrench like a boomerang, knocking Sid back.
Together, they overwhelmed the Dragons. One by one, the gang collapsed, groaning.
Leo stood tall, panting. "All right... let's find April and—"
He froze.
The air turned icy.
A blue shimmer drifted through the shadows, then pooled into form.
A ghost hovered above them, tall and regal. His robes billowed. His voice slithered through the air.
"Ah... behold, tortoise warriors."
Ho Chan.
Mari took a step forward, tense. "What the hell is that?"
Cat was already moving closer to Elliot. "I don't like it. I really don't like it—"
"It is said that the great turtle helped the god Pangu create the world," Ho Chan intoned.
His eyes flared—
—and so did Leo's, Raph's, and Mikey's.
Their bodies stiffened. Their weapons clattered to the floor. Their heads turned toward Ho Chan in eerie unison.
"Guys?" Donnie breathed.
Cat backed up a step. "What's happening?"
Mari scowled, stepping toward them. "Snap out of it, idiots."
But then her eyes caught Ho Chan's.
And hers began to glow.
"...Mari?" Donnie said, panic setting in.
Cat screamed, spinning around—but the blue light caught her too.
"No—no, no, no!" Elliot shouted, grabbing her wrist. "Cat—!"
Her fingers slipped from his grasp as her eyes glazed over.
She dropped beside Mari, motionless.
Ho Chan's grin widened. "How fitting that these turtles—and their little friends—should help me rule it."
The remaining Purple Dragons, no longer glowing, watched in horror.
"But master—why us?" Fong asked weakly.
"Because you're worthless," Ho Chan snapped. "Now get out of my sight before I turn you into chopsticks!"
The Purple Dragons scrambled away.
Donnie was frozen in place, staring at his brothers and sisters.
"No. No, no, no—"
Ho Chan smirked down at them. "Your friends are mine now."
And with a burst of wind, he vanished.
"Donnie, MOVE!" Elliot grabbed his arm.
Casey was already yanking open the Shellraiser. "We gotta go!"
"But—!" Donnie's voice cracked.
Elliot swerved hard into an alley, finally skidding to a stop. "They're gone!"
Donnie sat frozen in the passenger seat, eyes wide.
Casey ran a hand down his face, breathing hard. "We lost them. All of them."
Donnie's fists clenched on his knees. "We'll get them back."
A sound behind the Shellraiser made them all tense.
Donnie and Casey jumped out—Elliot close behind—and ripped open a dumpster.
Fong, Sid, and Tsoi tumbled out, covered in garbage and panting.
Casey didn't hesitate. He slammed Fong against the wall. "Start talking, punk!"
Fong raised his hands fast. "Okay! Okay! This ghost dude came outta a dagger—some ancient Chinese relic. Promised us power. We took it."
He pulled out a dagger cover, still glowing faintly.
"But once we had the power, he had us. Controlled our bodies, our minds. All I know is his name... Ho Chan."
In the lab, dimly lit and cluttered with ancient scrolls and glowing monitors, Donatello typed rapidly at his keyboard, his brows furrowed.
"Nope," he muttered, swiping away another failed search. "That's not it either. Let me try something else."
Beside him, Casey leaned over, munching on an energy bar and squinting at the screen. "Wait—there! There he is!" He pointed at a grainy image. "Ancient sorcerer who goes back to the Shang dynasty. Oh snap! He's... Shangy."
Donnie rolled his eyes but kept reading. "According to legend... the only thing that can defeat Ho Chan is the mystic dagger."
Elliot, leaning back against the lab wall with his arms crossed, stepped forward, eyes narrowing. "Okay, dagger—great. What about the others? Cat, Mari, your brothers. How do we break the curse?"
Donatello exhaled. "We can't. They're in some kind of super hypnotic state. Ho Chan's control over them is... intense. Deep. Nothing can snap them out of it."
"Nothing?" Casey echoed.
Elliot looked between them, visibly tense. "So we're just supposed to sit here and do nothing?"
"No," Donnie said quickly. "We'll get them back. But it's going to take more than just brute force."
Casey went quiet, then glanced up at the wall—at an old, crumpled flyer tacked above Donnie's workstation. A smiling cartoon turtle held a pizza slice beneath glowing red letters: Antonio's Pizza Special—Today Only!
Casey's eyes gleamed. "Or maybe... just the right kind of force."
Donnie glanced over, instantly catching the idea. "Wait. That might actually work."
Elliot raised a brow. "Are you two really planning to fight ancient ghost magic with... pizza?"
Casey grinned, already heading toward the Shellraiser. "Hey, never underestimate the power of a New York slice."
Donnie was right behind him. "If it distracts them long enough, we can get close to Ho Chan and use the dagger."
Elliot sighed and followed, muttering under his breath.
The Shellraiser rumbled quietly down the street, cloaked in shadow. Inside, tension sparked like static.
Donnie squinted through the periscope. "The coast is clear. Manhole cover cannon fully loaded?"
"Locked, loaded, and extra cheesy," Casey grinned, cracking his knuckles. "You distract the turtle squad. I'll rescue April."
"No chance," Donnie shot back. "I'm rescuing April. You distract them."
Elliot, lounging stiffly near the back, rolled his eyes. "Oh my god. Does it matter? I can distract them."
They paused—then slowly nodded.
"...I think we both just distracted them," Casey muttered.
A sudden blast of wind answered him.
Above the Shellraiser, five glowing figures descended in a swirl of elemental chaos. Leo, Raph, Mikey, Mari, and Cat hovered midair, their bodies wreathed in spectral blue light—eyes blank, faces void of recognition.
"Uh-oh," Elliot muttered, ducking.
The air twisted into a vortex, sucking Donnie and Casey off the ground.
"AAAAH!" they yelled, spiraling helplessly into the sky.
Down below, April writhed against the glowing vines binding her to the ritual circle. Ho Chan stood above her, chanting in an ancient tongue, dark power coiling around him like smoke.
In the air, Donnie slammed his bo staff into a rusted pipe to break his momentum. He twisted mid-air and landed in a crouch on a balcony with a hard thud.
Casey wasn't as lucky—he crashed onto the Shellraiser's roof with a groan.
From inside, Elliot popped open the roof hatch and fired the manhole cover cannon, now loaded with one thing:
Pizza.
"GOONGALA!" Casey shouted from the roof.
Slices launched into the air like flying saucers, the scent wafting up into the whirlwind.
Wind-Mikey froze mid-flight. "PIZZA? Cannot resist... urge..."
Thunder-Raph snarled, "MINE!"
Lightning-Leo growled, "It's a distraction—ignore it!"
But it was too late. All five cursed siblings—including cloud-Mari, whose aura sparked and shimmered, and air-Cat, whose eyes glowed with spiraling wind—lunged toward the flying food like ravenous beasts.
Midair chaos erupted as Mari blasted at Mikey for snagging her slice, while Cat hurled gusts of wind that sent Leo crashing into Raph. The fight devolved into a wild, elemental food fight.
Donnie landed beside the Shellraiser and yanked Casey upright. "Told you it'd work!"
"Yeah, yeah—later!" Casey shouted.
Elliot kicked open the back doors, already halfway out. "Let's move before they remember we exist!"
The three bolted across the lot toward the warehouse where April lay bound.
Inside, Ho Chan's eyes snapped open mid-ritual.
"No—no, what's happening?!" he barked. "Why do they not return to me?!"
From outside, a slice of pizza smacked against the window.
His eye twitched. "Cursed bread discs..."
April opened one eye. "You're losing your grip, ghost-boy."
And in the distance, five glowing siblings shrieked and tackled each other—over the last piece.
Inside the warehouse, blue light pulsed around the ritual circle where April and Irma hung suspended, their faces pale. Ho Chan's ghostly form floated above them.
Casey crouched behind a pillar. "Okay, hear me out. What if we both just go up there and whack him while his eyes are closed?"
Donnie stared at him. "...I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because I think he's listening to you."
Too late.
Ho Chan's glowing eyes snapped open. "Whack me? You don't whack a two-thousand-year-old master! You beg for mercy, and then you—"
"Guys, watch out!" April screamed from her glowing prison. "Get out of here! He's too powerful! Run! RUN!"
Ho Chan raised his hands, fingers curling as he began to chant again.
"I will call my servants... to put an end to your physical existence—while I finish gaining mine."
He closed his eyes, summoning the turtles.
But nothing happened.
His brows twitched. "Strange... They do not respond."
He floated in confusion, scanning the air.
"It is as if... some power greater than my own holds them outside."
Inside, Casey took advantage of the pause.
"GOONGALA!"
He launched himself at Ho Chan, hockey stick swinging in a perfect arc—
—but it passed right through the ghost's body. Casey stumbled forward and face-planted on the floor.
"What?!" he gasped.
Ho Chan's laughter echoed through the room like thunder. "You missed."
He turned back to April, raising his hands once more.
She struggled—but her body began to glow, her back arching as a spectral image of her soul began to pull away.
"I think it's working," he hissed with delight.
"Good!" Casey shouted—and lunged.
With a loud crack, his hockey stick collided with Ho Chan's face, snapping the sorcerer's head to the side.
Ho Chan stumbled, then slowly straightened, stunned. "Oh... pain?" he whispered, almost awed. Then louder, with growing madness, "For the first time in centuries, I feel something! Ho Chan is almost human once more!"
He spun around with terrifying speed. Before Casey could swing again, Ho Chan struck with lightning precision—his fingers jabbing pressure points across Casey's chest and shoulder. Casey staggered back, gritting his teeth.
Then the hands—huge and glowing—shot out from Ho Chan's arms, wrapping around Casey and lifting him off the ground.
Donnie dashed in, bo staff ready.
"Let him go!" he shouted.
Ho Chan didn't even blink. A flick of his hand, and Donatello was yanked into the air next, his limbs locked in place by glowing energy.
"Giant hands," Ho Chan said proudly. "My contribution to the ancient arts. Everybody loves giant hands. Yes—GIANT HANDS!"
Across the ritual circle, April stirred where the magical vines had finally snapped. Elliot crawled beside her, panting, bruised but alive. He had ducked for cover during the storm of power, but now his eyes were on Ho Chan.
"Donnie—!" he shouted. "The dagger! Where is it?!"
Donatello strained against the magical grip. "Belt—side pouch—!"
Elliot darted forward, dodging a pulse of energy as Ho Chan tried to bat him aside. He rolled, grabbed the dagger from Donnie's pouch, and turned—
"Catch!" Elliot yelled.
He hurled it straight to April.
Ho Chan spun toward her, eyes burning. "You dare—"
But April was faster.
With one swift, fluid motion, she plunged the mystic dagger deep into his chest.
"Too bad your reflexes aren't as quick as mine," she said through gritted teeth.
A blinding light surged from the dagger's hilt, engulfing Ho Chan in a storm of energy. He shrieked—an unholy, furious wail—as his newly formed body dissolved into mist, his form spinning inwards, pulled back into the blade.
"NOOO! I WILL RETURN—!"
Silence.
Then the dagger clattered to the floor.
Casey and Donatello dropped from the air, groaning on impact.
Elliot helped Donnie up. "You okay?"
"Nothing broken... I think," Donnie wheezed.
Casey sat up, rubbing his neck. "That dude had hands like tree trunks..."
April stepped forward and picked up the dagger, now dark and inert.
Before anyone could say another word—
BANG!
The warehouse doors burst open.
Mikey, Leo, and Raph stumbled in, blinking like they'd just woken from a dream.
"Whoa—what just happened?" Mikey groaned, rubbing his head.
"Last thing I remember was... pizza?" Leo muttered.
Raph scowled. "No, wait. I think I tried to shock Mikey to death."
Behind them—Cat and Mari entered slowly, looking dazed and sore.
Mari leaned against the wall, eyes narrowing. "Did I just obey a floating dead guy?"
"Did I levitate?" Cat whimpered. "Because I think I levitated."
Donnie sighed in relief. "You're all back to normal. The curse broke."
Elliot gave a sideways grin. "Thank the dagger-stabbing queen over here."
April raised the blade. "It was a team effort."
Casey immediately threw his arms around her. "Peace hug!"
Donnie joined in, squashing her between them. "Group trauma bonding."
April laughed breathlessly. "Okay—getting... squashed."
Mari crossed her arms. "So who's gonna explain why I woke up with glitter in my shell and a craving for cloud?"
Mikey raised a hand. "Sorry... I think I zapped everyone."
Cat flopped down next to him. "You also ate half a pizza mid-air."
Casey raised a brow. "...Kinda impressive."
Raph looked around. "So... we done here?"
Donnie gave a tired nod. "Yeah. Ho Chan's sealed. For good this time."
At the docks, the morning mist hung low over the water.
Donatello stepped forward, holding the now-silent dagger in both hands. The others stood behind him, quiet.
"Hold on, fellas," Donnie said softly. "Just have to take care of one last thing."
From within the blade, Ho Chan's muffled voice echoed:
"Please! I can make you powerful, rich—whatever you desire! Seriously!"
Donnie's expression didn't flinch.
"NOOO! I WILL RETURN—"
With a flick of his wrist, Donatello tossed the dagger into the ocean.
It sank with a soft plunk, vanishing beneath the waves.
Silence. Peace.
Donnie turned back to the others, a triumphant smile on his face.
