In his latest adventure in the Glass Realm, Pyro finally had a face to put to the havoc. The spinning, orange culprit, endearingly dubbed ‘Clash Bandicrate’, was just as baffling in person as his handiwork suggested. His singular vocabulary, a constant, enthusiastic “Woah!”, surprisingly conveyed…

‘What was that?’ Abigail whispered in my ear, as we stood in the vast entryway of the Baron’s mansion. The five of us – each drawn here by a mysterious invitation from the Baron himself, now perched smiling above us on a grand staircase –…