This is for You.

Emotions wash over a horde of savory, charcoaled beasts.
Their limbs, once strong and mesmerizing, are now withered vines, bound to a crumbling tower.
Their power is no more.
When evil dies, where does it go?
The sentient beings gasp for air.
Their victims have learned. Their whispering spells, as sweet as they may be, do not fool them.
The day has finally come, these beasts, familiar, burnt, wicked, are drawing their last breaths.
A man stands upon their chest, panting.
Through it all, the trials, the abandon, the loss, he is victorious.
This tower will fall.

Just wait.