There is a feeling of sadness when you see the kingdom that has been the center of the lives of the Megalima people being razed to the ground. There is no longer the white building that stands proudly in the middle of the capital and the walls that surround it.
Iris grabbed Thomas's hand. She tried to strengthen the man and smiled weakly.
"It's fine, we'll think of a way to rebuild the kingdom."
Thomas turned to Iris, he smiled.
"Yes, you're right."
The spaciousness that Thomas feels is not all carried out by the people of Megalima, the promises made by the Witches do not necessarily make them accept them easily. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the Witch race with hatred.
"The Witches can't be forgiven just like that Prince! My brother died today!" A Harpy shouted angrily, provoking hostility.
"Right! My husband isn't there, I can't find him!" A blonde-haired Elf shouted in a hoarse voice.
