Wan 2.5 Preview
The templar steps forward, sword raised, all dramatic: “We challenge you, witch!” Morrigan doesn’t even look up—just snaps her fingers. His sword instantly turns into a wooden toy, little painted smile on the blade. He blinks, stares at it, then back at her. She lifts her eyes just long enough to say, cold and flat: “Go practice on dolls.” Then looks away like he’s already forgotten.