The age of the fallen beast

Previously

…Nibbles let out a determined squeak and nudged the Squeak-a-Tron forward. The tiny device pulsed with a faint, almost inaudible hum. It was a humble beginning, a whisper against the roar of impending dinosaur-induced doom. But Thorne knew, with a certainty that surprised even himself, that this whisper, amplified by a symphony of terrible 80s power ballads and powered by a desperate hope, might just be enough to shatter the boredom of an ancient sorcerer and save their world. The music of their salvation was about to begin, and it was going to be gloriously, unapologetically awful.