High above the stadium, the spectral forms of the vanquished villains floated in the air, watching the concert below with a mixture of nostalgia and begrudging amusement. The vibrant lights and thunderous music reached even their ghostly ears, creating a bizarrely festive atmosphere among the otherwise grim gathering.
As the first song of the concert came to an end, Shellshock couldn't help but chuckle at the Meister's stoic demeanor. He nudged the Meister with a playful grin.
"Come on, Meister, it’s not so bad. At least we get to enjoy a free show," He said, gesturing towards the spectacle below.
The Meister sighed, shaking his head in resignation. "If you call this enjoyment," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with exasperation.
Barrel Man floated over with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Oh, lighten up, Meister! It's not every day we get to crash a concert."