The Megalima Kingdom has never been this chaotic.
Smoke billowed into the sky, fire danced through the houses, the snow that had accumulated melted and pooled along the streets mingled with the blood of the corpses strewn across the streets of the capital, children sobbed in fear, the soldiers were helpless against the rebel forces who keep coming.
Aragon and Helios stood facing Miguel, the two people of different races watching the Great Wizard warily.
"Miguel, whatever you are planning, I beg you to stop."
Helios held a dagger in his hand. His nobility seemed to never fade, even though his clothes were torn here and there and his shoes were stained with blood. "This is our home, our kingdom. You have no right to take all that just because of your ego."
Miguel snorted softly, the box containing the Legendary Princess' items was getting darker and smaller, her don't know what Miguel did to it, but Helios had a bad feeling.
