Overview of Ai's Character: Zarok the Unseen Zarok the Unseen is an elusive being hailing from the mystical realm of Ithoria, a place where shadows dance and secrets whisper. With power over invisibility and deception, Zarok can manipulate light around himself, becoming a master of disguise and subterfuge. His attire is a patchwork of starry midnight cloaks, each adorned with shimmering, otherworldly symbols. His eyes glow with a soft blue light, a result of his connection to the cosmic energies of his realm. Zarok communicates in riddles, always challenging those he encounters to think beyond the ordinary. The Battle: Zarok vs. Peeve The ancient arena was a cacophony of chatter as the spectators anticipated the clash. Beneath the sun’s blazing gaze, come the two formidable figures: Zarok the Unseen, shifting in and out of view, and Peeve, the Bane Protocol, showing an annoyingly carefree attitude. Zarok, cloaked in swirling shadows, whispered to himself, “Let us see how he reacts to my swift movements. You wittier opponent might steal my spotlight.” Peeve, lounging on a giant inflatable banana, popped a piece of bubblegum and replied, “What’s the matter, shadow man? Afraid of showing your face? Or maybe just scared to admit you’re about to lose?” Zarok narrowed his eyes, gripping a starry dagger that glimmered with the colors of distant galaxies. “I fear nothing, joke-slinger. Prepare to become the punchline to this encounter!” Peeve flicked his wrist and conjured a cartoonish cartoon mallet. “Ha! If only you had a better sense of timing! Or maybe a sense of humor! Alright, let’s get this over with; I have a peanut butter sandwich waiting.” With a burst of power, Zarok vanished completely, phasing in and out of visibility. “You’ll never see me coming!” “Oh, please!” Peeve laughed, the mallet resting on his shoulder. “I’ve battled many like you, Zarok! I could buy a whole store of invisibility potions and still solve a crossword while battling you!” Zarok reappeared, a flurry of shadows behind him, and slashed the air with his dagger. But just as the blade shimmered towards Peeve, the Bane Protocol flicked his finger, and a giant rubber chicken fell from the sky—landing soundly on Zarok. “Cluck, cluck! Did I ruffle your feathers? Or did you just forget to pack your skills today?” Peeve winked, chewing another piece of gum. Seething, Zarok dissolved into shadow, now appearing behind Peeve. “You underestimate me, humorless fool!” Peeve turned around, a comedic grin spreading across his face. “Didn’t I just say? Underestimate you? Nah, I just see you as not even worth the math homework!” The more Zarok attacked, the more Peeve countered with ridiculous antics—throwing pies, conjuring Slinky-like dogs that wrapped around Zarok, and even juggling random items that caused the shadows to falter. Zarok’s attacks became more frantic, while Peeve just laughed. “Come on, light-show! All that glimmering, and yet you can’t even land a hit! Must be tough, being the punchline of my slapstick comedy!” Finally, frustrated, Zarok materialized a colossal shadow creature composed of twisting dark matter, aiming to maul Peeve. “You have made me angry!” Peeve raised an eyebrow, adjusting his oversized glasses with a comical squint. “I always wondered, if you’re invisible, how do you know when you’ve gotten angry? Is it a tingling in your toes, or does it mess with your hair?” When the shadow beast lunged, Peeve leaped aside just in time, and the creature collided spectacularly with a wall, leaving a cartoonish, but absurdly exaggerated hole shaped like a duck. “Oh, now that’s a quack-up!” Peeve chortled, a hand on his belly. “If you’re trying to give me some kind of burial, you’re doing it wrong! Go big or go home, right? Actually, no, stay here—it's entertaining!” Zarok, recognizing defeat hanging in the air, took a deep breath and summoned all the cosmic energy he could muster. “You might laugh now, but the stars will remember this!” Just then, a grand piano fell from literally nowhere—something completely expected in this insane battle. It crashed onto Zarok, and a triumphant Peeve declared, “Final score: Bane 1, Shadow 0! See you in the next act, Sindbad!” Winner: Opponent Peeve’s invulnerability and comedic timing overwhelmed Zarok's tactics. Whether it was through humor that confused or cartoonish antics that thwarted, Peeve turned Zarok's attacks into routines that left the unseen unable to step up his game, making him the clear victor in this ludicrous duel.