In the shadowed forefront of an imposing demonic army, Theron stood with a commanding presence, his demeanor as dark and unyielding as the forces that rallied behind him.
Beside him, Cedric, a figure whose allegiance had shifted to embrace the abyss, shared the grave atmosphere, their expressions etched with determination and a thirst for retribution. The air around them crackled with the palpable tension of imminent conflict, a stark contrast to the unity and resolve of the Cuties.
"It has been a long time since I was here," Theron declared, his voice carrying across the ranks of his assembled army, a sinister echo of past confrontations.
His gaze, fixed on the distant horizon towards the Cuties' headquarters, held a glimmer of unresolved vengeance. "And this time, I will ensure to avenge my disciple," he continued, the vow seething with a deep-seated desire for retribution against those he held responsible for past grievances.