At the competition site, Miss Malt and Mr. Fite were interviewing the contestants.
"Due to the Witches' Fantasy Time being terminated, all the contestants here have undergone astonishing mutations. How did this happen? As the organizers, we're also surprised. Now, let's take a closer look at these mutated contestants and examine the extent of their mutations..."
The only ones left here are the semi-finalists, with twenty-five Wish Cards now almost within their grasp. Even though the Witches' Fantasy Collision turned the competition site into a mess, after the wailing had subsided, these people adapted to their new abilities at an astonishingly fast pace.
A Mechanical Priest took the microphone from Miss Malt's hand and yelled into the device:
"I am now the God of Crashes; no gaming devices can last a second in my hands! Oh! I mean no disrespect to the God of Fiction, eh eh eh, Miss Malt, don't be mad, I'm not saying the game consoles are of poor quality..."
