The Showrunner looked down at the images in their well-manicured hands. They glowed with power. A crude depiction of themself. A drawing of the demon fox they'd allowed Prosper to separate from to cheat. And a picture of the damned himself.
They allowed a smile to cross their pink-stained lips. Very well, then. A sacrifice. They needed to send a message to that.. that deathless cheater, that cross-tournamental bastard. The one with the scar. About what they were willing to do if he didn't let himself lose!
Very Well, they thought, Very Well.
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