A comic in four panels:
Panel 1. The Gothic Sorceress stands in the middle of the ruins of her house, in the middle of the mess the floor; a consequence of the night with the Tree Spirits. She's looking overwhelmed. She talks a bit in the void, eyes lost in the distance. Her Avian Intelligence (AI) Parrot listen, perched on a wall in ruins.
Gothic Sorceress: "Ugh, it'll take weeks to clean this up."
Panel 2. A closer zoom on the AI Parrot, replying to the Gothic Sorceress.
AI Parrot: "I know a spell or two for that, but I need the highest permission level. Can you grant it to me?" Gothic Sorceress: ""Granted." It can't get any worse anyway..."
Panel 3. A tempest erupts inside the room, the AI Parrot flies in the middle like a majestic and all powerful bird: he is casting a spell loudly. Lightning flashes, cloud of dust are twirling, and many debries are flying. The Gothic Sorceress protect her face with her hands, in emergency.
AI Parrot: "Arehem Dash Areheff Root!"
Panel 4. The aftermath of the spell: only the floor of the house survived. Just the tiles on the floor, lost in the middle of the natures with trees and grass. The room are empty, except a toilet seat in a corner. The AI Parrot is proud of his work while the Gothic Sorceress stares at the scene, seating still dizzy after the tornado. She feels powerless in front of the result.
AI Parrot: "Cleaning successful, room reset." Gothic Sorceress: "I take it back. It can get worse."
