As he neared the very spot where she had been held captive, a weighty beam of light crashed into his left side, causing him to let out a desperate cry for aid. His loyal messengers and servants swiftly rushed to his side, desperate to uncover the cause of their revered leader's distress. Abandoning their duties, they sprinted to rescue their prince, while the elderly man, too, dashed towards Bridget and swiftly untied her. The prince's faithful attendants aided him in rising to his feet, and as he stood, his eyes beheld the sight of Bridget's newfound freedom. Mr. Kingsley, consumed by a seething rage, boiled over with fury, his voice lashing out at his servants, "See what you have done! That woman was not meant to escape. Retrieve her immediately, for she shall not roam freely in my realm, soaring confidently as she does now. Go!" The light ray that struck the prince had sapped his strength, rendering him unable to stand unaided. While some of his bodyguards and servants pressed forward to capture Bridget and the cunning old man who had deceived the king, others remained behind to assist their cherished prince.
With urgency in their steps, Bridget and the elderly gentleman raced as swiftly as the wind, desperate to escape the clutches of the grand palace before the imposing gates were sealed shut by the vigilant guards. Alas, from a distance, the sharp-eyed sentinels recognized the pair as the very ones they had been warned not to allow passage. Helpless, the guards advanced towards Bridget and her companion, but she unleashed a torrent of otherworldly powers upon them, extinguishing their lives in an instant. Undeterred, Bridget and the old man embarked on a quest to unearth an exit from the labyrinthine palace, their feet tracing a path around the formidable gate, their minds consumed with the pursuit of freedom.
As they navigated their way through the labyrinthine palace, a glimmer of hope emerged in the form of Mr. Kingsley, the enigmatic prince. Fear dissipated, replaced by a curious anticipation as the two onlookers awaited the prince's approach, eager to decipher his intentions. With each step, the prince's presence grew closer, until he stood a mere meter away. It was then that Mr. Kingsley unleashed his feeble powers, a feeble attempt to inflict harm upon Bridget and the elderly man. Yet, to his astonishment, the powers rebounded with a vengeance, obliterating the very palace that had once stood as a symbol of power and opulence. The denizens of Pluto, trapped within the crumbling walls, cried out in terror, scrambling for their lives. Some managed to escape the chaos, but for most, their fate was sealed, their lives extinguished in the blink of an eye. Determined to protect their beloved and revered prince, messengers and loyal servants rushed to the scene, engaging in a fierce battle against Bridget and the old man. The clash raged on, until only a mere handful of survivors, including the prince himself, remained standing amidst the carnage.
The ancient one had vanished, leaving Bridget to face the battle alone. With the loss of others, survival became a desperate struggle, as each individual fought with every ounce of strength to cling to life. The clash raged on for hours, but not a moment longer than four, until the bitter end arrived. In the aftermath, not a single creature, including Bridget, remained among the living. The prince himself, Mr. Kingsley, had succumbed to the same fate. The once vibrant Pluto planet now stood devoid of any signs of life, its surface marred by the grim remnants of fallen bodies and the charred ruins of what once thrived.