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0022 - [Video]

[On level one, part of the hallway seems to be obstructed. Fast-moving briar thorns are covering certain doorways, causing an impenetrable forcefield around some of the earlier doors. One in particular seems to be locked down: that of the Risen Emperor.

In the Emperor's room, Scorpius stands near the sleeping bed of Aslan, touching his forehead to check if he's truly out.

He is.

There's a smile back to the camera, as he considers his audience]

And now his power is mine.

Here he'll sleep, for a hundred years. And there is nothing left you can do about it.

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[A thorn digs into his cheek and he bares his teeth, ignores it. He draws an anti-magic dome around himself and pushes it out, down the hall, where it fizzles spells like water over fire.

If the vines aren't magic it won't work, but might as well try.]

[But they are magic, and they shrink and recoil quicker than they can be replaced.

Enraged, Scorpius storms from his dwelling]

You dare to challenge my authority?

YOUR authority?

[The frost on the floor rears up aggressively, in tooth-like stalagmites that punch holes in vines and the walls alike.]

This ship is mine. You are, at best, a temporary feature.

And yet I don't see you in control over your supposed ship.

What do you call this?

[He smirks, gathers his locusts back - they settle on his hair and shoulders like blue fireflies.]

I eliminate threats. I keep order.