Where's Prince?
Fire is blazing everywhere. The Capital of the Megalima Kingdom is nothing but hell. Soldiers and rebel troops work hand in hand to save humans and children.
The moment they understood, the real enemies were not the soldiers, nor the rebel forces, nor the despot Queen, but the White Wizard.
The Hydra, with its eight heads, went berserk. It crushed anything in its path, razing it to the ground. The damage did even more with the big wolf Morgan.
The humans call it the apocalypse, the immortals don't deny it, they are careless and don't believe it. The only ones cheering for all of this were the Witches.
They rode their broomsticks circling in the air, giggling in celebration of the Hydra's awakening, as if what they had done was a success.
When Aragon looked up, he carried the unconscious Helios to higher ground with the rest of Megalima's people, staring at the Hydra walking with its eight heads towards the Kingdom.
