Apollo surveyed the scene, taking in the sight of the red-haired masked intruder's lifeless body. With a resigned sigh, he remarked, "You were quite determined to bring me down with you, weren't you? But luck wasn't on your side."
Even in his final moments, the intruder seemed relentless in his pursuit. Apollo couldn't help but acknowledge his tenacity.
As the smoke dissipated, Apollo found himself surrounded by a multitude of puppets, though not all were unscathed. Nearly half of them bore signs of damage, some missing limbs entirely. Among them, three were beyond repair, their mechanisms silent.
Apollo's gaze lingered on the purple puppet, noting the extent of its injuries from the intruder's last desperate attack. The blade had penetrated several inches into its body.
"Old Man Argon will be disheartened to see the destruction and harm inflicted upon his beloved puppets."
