After Morgana threw Sierra's head under Brock's feet, she leaned on the tree behind the man and stared down at him condescendingly.
Brock had fallen into despair, crying for the loss of his wife without being able to wipe his own tears as his arms had been cut off with Morgana's scythe.
Nonetheless, the trickster wasn't done with her torment.
"You know? This was much better than I expected. Who would have known a murderer like you would love someone else this much?" said Morgana, still leaning against the tree and looking down at the man.
Brock didn't turn his head upwards to look at the trickster and kept staring at his wife's severed head with dead eyes.
"Hey, want me to bring her back to life?" Morgana asked, making Brock turn his gaze to her with widened eyes.
"Wh-what?" he asked with confusion.
"It's simple. You tell me where all the bases of your clan are, and I'll bring her back!" the trickster offered.
