"Roar!"
Got you!
Purple Vortex's mouth cracked into a nasty smile as it stretched out its white hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.
The Dark Purple Force Field started compressing.
"Crack!"
"Squeak!"
"Rustle!"
"..."
A series of teeth-grinding sandy sounds came up. The thirty-foot tiger-shaped sand sculpture actually got crushed and flattened alive, completely lifeless!
After doing all this, Purple Vortex excitedly roared at Carlos:
"Roar!"
Master, look, I killed the boss!
But what it got back was master's questioning voice:
"Purple Vortex, you sure that's the Black Sand King?"
"Roar?"
Purple Vortex broke up the Dark Purple Force Field.
The tiger-shaped sand sculpture, crushed to bits, scattered to the ground with rustling sounds.
"Roar!"
It's not black sand!
Purple Vortex finally noticed something was off!
Carlos's eyes narrowed a bit.
His gaze fell on a really obvious pile of black sand around the royal tent.
