In the dimly lit heart of the Chaos organization's headquarters, a sense of disquiet permeated the grand meeting hall. Gone was the usual buzz of conspiratorial whispers and scheming laughter. Instead, a handful of figures huddled around a massive, holographic projection table, their faces grim as they witnessed the aftermath of the battle.
At the head of the table sat Pandora (Number 1), her silver hair shimmering under the flickering glow of the magical projector. Her normally playful eyes were narrowed, a deep frown etching lines across her usually carefree face. Beside her, the hulking figure of Atlas (Number 3), known for his stoicism, even seemed troubled.
The image on the table displayed the desolate scene – the shattered ice sculpture of the golden-horned beast and the blinding white expanse of Maria's Eternal Ice. The silence in the hall was broken only by the soft hum of the projector.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!