Dark Lord.
Riley and the black-clothed man pressed their advantage, using the toys to shatter the ranks of marionettes. The Toymaker's face twisted in rage, his obsidian eyes narrowing as he unleashed a wave of energy that sent marionettes crashing down around them. The air crackled with malevolence, and Riley felt a chill creep up his spine.
But they wouldn't give up. With each toy that flew, they chipped away at the Toymaker's hold on the battlefield. The music box's melody began to falter, losing its enchanting grip over the marionettes.
"Go!" the black-clothed man shouted to Riley again.
But Riley stood rooted to the spot, caught in the violent beauty of the unfolding chaos. The battlefield erupted as the Toymaker unleashed his puppets, and the air crackled with energy.
The marionette soldiers, crafted from a grotesque combination of wood and metal, charged forward, their eyes glowing with a sinister light.