Finn breathed a sigh of relief, his impromptu use of the comb having averted disaster.
"Fall back," he gestured to the Ambition Army with the comb, "Your presence is no longer required here."
The commanding officers exchanged glances, nodded respectfully at Finn, and then signaled their retreat.
The vast ghost army began to withdraw, much to the living observers' relief.
They were saved.
Berkeley, patting his sweat-soaked back, remarked, "Your Highness, you should've mentioned you had this treasure earlier."
Finn, still recovering from the shock, replied, "Would you believe me if I said I was just trying my luck?"
Morton scoffed and sat down to rest, suspecting Finn had orchestrated the entire scenario to appear as the savior.
With the Ambition Army no longer a threat, their focus turned to the magic array, which still trapped them.
Finn eyed Quincy's beast-headed staff embedded in the ground.
