At the far end of the Wasteland opposite the music box lay a chaotic, enormous crater, as though a meteor had just struck.
Dust billowed.
Frenzied roars and crazed, venomous laughter could faintly be heard.
"That should do it."
A deep voice rang out.
As the space around the music box twisted, a black-and-white clown, half its face crying and the other half laughing, suddenly emerged from the distorted space.
Half its body was almost shattered, with the broken gears and flesh inside clearly visible.
Giggling, the clown hopped lightly onto the shoulder of the Pighead Monster carrying a butcher's cleaver. Gripping the ruined half of its body, it said:
"What a tough customer, heeheehee. A Titan through and through. Even with nothing left but a head, he was still that powerful. I really almost got killed, heehee, haha."
The Pighead Butcher impassively reached out, took the music box, and slowly closed its lid.
And as the music box closed...
The jaunty music in the Wasteland abruptly stopped.
The powerful curse fluctuations it had unleashed slowly faded away as well.
The Pighead Butcher turned to gaze toward Curse City, raised his head, and said:
"This is all we can do. I believe that after this, he'll gain a deeper understanding of himself. Outside resources eventually run out. Only your own strength endures."
The grinning clown on his shoulder turned its head slightly, grabbed one of the bristles at his temple, and said:
"You really aren't afraid the God of Ten Thousand Machines will kill him? You know, he only dared take that gamble because he'd calculated that those three Titans would show up at just the right moment to keep things under control. Our interference forced him to reveal every last trump card."
The Pighead Butcher closed his eyes and