It was night and Leon was approaching the entrance to the Southstar Castle gates. The royal guards were at the entrance to the castle with Commander Holt. As he approaches the entrance, the Dragon Brigade Commander approaches Leon.

“You must be Henry von Leon! We were waiting for your arrival! My name is Kerry Holt and I am the Commander of the Dragon Brigade.” 

“I am Leon! Did my companions arrive well?” Leon replies in a serious tone sensing the Commander combative aura and shakes Holt's hand.

“They arrived in perfect conditions! I heard that you are very good with the use of the spear.” Holt took his green spear from his back.“This spear is the Dragonslayer! It is made of a celestial material very resistant to magic and has its own aura. It is very effective against dragons!” Holt was maneuvering with the spear.

“I thought this spear was a legend!” Leon took his spear off his back and positioned himself for combat. “What a warm greeting, I did not expect a duel.”

The two warriors studied each other in combat position, the wind blew cold and the soldiers that stood there looked at the scene in astonishment. Holt begins to launch attacks with the Dragonslayer that exuded a metallic aura. Leon blocked the fast attacks and dodged others. Leon begins to rotate his spear and begins to deliver several rotating attacks as Holt defended these blows with the powerful spear. The fight was like an acrobatic dance that, in addition to thrusts and revolving attacks, by both warriors, consisted of precise dodges and thrusts. The spears whistled as they cut through the air. The two Warriors stopped and stared at each other with determination.

“The tales about your skills are true, my lad.” says Holt piercing the Dragonslayer on the ground.

“You are very strong, Commander Holt! I wanted to be more willing to continue our match, but I am very tired.” says Leon withdrawing his spear. Holt chuckles as he approaches Leon.

“It is impressed the way you fought even tired, but it would be a much better workout if you were rested, young man,” Says Holt pointing at the castle entrance. “I'll show you your room, come with me.” Leon followed Holt who grabbed his standing spear.

In the fields, which King Bruce had prepared for training, were Marjorie, Amadeus, Charlotte and Hanemann. The princess was practicing her attacking spells while the wizard and Charlotte watched. Amadeus was sitting in the lotus position, meditating on the energy flow that the hitherto unknown Elwin had mentioned. Flick felt he was close to reaching that energy.

“This girl is very powerful, young lady!” says Hanemann amazed by the power of Marjorie's aura.

“Indeed!” Charlotte replied looking at Marjorie. Then she turns to the wizard and asks. “Why did you use such powerful magic that day?”

“I could not remember another fire magic due to my condition. Unfortunately, the wine removed my sense of danger.” answers the embarrassed wizard. “I only realized the tragedy that could have happened the next day. Good thing this girl knew a supreme containment spell!”

As they talked, Flick's aura began to emanate a metallic sheen of various colors and after some time it dispersed. Everyone looks in amazement at the breathless Amadeus.

“I got it!” replied the exhausted Amadeus. The other three approach the young man. Hanemann was shocked by what he had witnessed.

“That aura! This is the celestial aura of the gods! How did you manage to manifest that energy?” asks the astonished wizard.

“A being dressed in a golden cloak and hood told me about this energy.” says Flick breathing with difficulty.

“That was Elwin Alael, the elven prince of the northern elven empire! When I was young I met him and he tried to teach me how to channel that aura. After more than fifty years of training, I was never able to connect with that strength for so long! It might be mostly because of my addictions said another odd friend of mine, but anyway. You must be very strong and sensitive, my good lad.” says Hanemann admired.

“I could feel that energy, Amadeus!” Marjorie was looking in amazement at Amadeus. “I think I can channel that cosmic power too. It is so clear in my mind.” Marjorie closes her eyes and concentrates.

“As powerful as the young lady is, I don't think that would be possible at a first attempt!"

Marjorie closes her eyes. The feeling of the aura that Amadeus had emanated was clear in Marjorie's mind. A current of energy invaded her mind. The wind started to blow hard and the ground started to shake. A huge metallic aura ascends to the skies and envelops the entire place within a radius of thirty feet, creating an enormous amount of pressure. Everyone was holding on not to be thrown away. The girl was emanating the great aura and was apparently out of control.

“Charlotte! Amadeus! I can't stop this energy!” Exclaims the girl in despair.

“Marjorie! Calm down I'm coming! I will help you!” replies Charlotte, who was approaching the Princess slowly and with difficulty.

“Don't come near, Charlotte! You can get hurt! This energy is consuming me and it hurts a lot. I don't think my body can take it anymore!” 

“Just think how to use that energy Marjorie! Then it will disperse!” Amadeus speaks desperately.

“Let's use a supreme containment magic! The prison of the heavenly light!” Hanemann says that to Amadeus. The two begin to concentrate their aura and then the element of light and speak the words of the spell at the same time.

“Gaia, eternal mother of all, and bearer of the sacred light, we invoke the heavenly prison!”

A cube of light surrounds the princess and contains the aura. Flick and Hanemann had their hands open towards the princess and as, with extreme difficulty, they made their respective hands meet, the cube of light explodes. This explosion caused their hands to be burned. Charlotte was still trying to get closer. Marjorie looked at that desperate and uncontrolled scene of her body and the celestial energy that emanated.

“No! Stop please! Get out of here!” 

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“I'm coming for you Marjorie, calm down!” says Charlotte approaching with difficulty.

Flick gets up and begins to emanate his aura with much more intensity and repeats the words of the supreme enchantment. Hanemann looked at the lad in awe.

“Stop it! If you use a magic of this magnitude again you will die!” says the old wizard in despair. Flick repeated the magic and the luminous cube cannot stand for long and this time his arms explode as he falls to the floor. He was still alive, but he was losing consciousness. His death was imminent.

Charlotte manages to approach Marjorie as her body gradually started to disintegrate slowly. Charlotte comes over to Marjorie and hugs her.

“I will always be by your side, Marjorie! Until the end, I will always be there for you. Everything will be fine, calm down. You can do it! I trust you.” 

Charlotte kisses the princess's forehead with tears in her blue eyes.

The kiss on Marjorie's forehead reminds the princess of her father's cheerful face, who always kissed her on the forehead when she was little. The image of Hilbert, who always kissed her like that, invaded her thoughts and finally thought of the kiss on her forehead that Charlotte had given her that morning. A warm and tender feeling invaded the princess's body. She starts to calm down.

“I didn't want to hurt you! I need you Charlotte! You are my dearest friend! I don't want to have my teammates' blood on my hands. I just wish you all to live!”

Those last words echoed and the celestial aura began to calm and diminish, then invades the old wizard’s body, and then Amadeus and Charlotte healing and restoring them to their normal form. The aura started to weaken and then disappears. Marjorie was exhausted and fell into Charlotte's arms. A crowd of soldiers approached the scene. Leon was running close to the scene with King Bruce and Holt. Amadeus, Hanemann and Charlotte were without trace of injuries.

“Princess!” Exclaims Leon worried. “What happened here, Charlotte?

“Marjorie woke up a celestial power, but she managed to dominate it.” answers the redhead who held the weakened princess. Holt and King Bruce approached Hanemann and Flick.

“Hanemann!” Cries the king in a harsh tone “You incompetent old man! Didn't you do anything to stop this incident?” asks King Bruce totally altered. The wizard was crestfallen and offended the king in his mind.

“Your Majesty! Hanemann and I used all our power to try to control the situation.” says Flick and continues. “Unfortunately we failed, because that force is the celestial aura of the gods!” Everyone looked with astonishment at Marjorie.

“It wasn't their fault, Bruce!” says Marjorie who was starting to regain her strength. “Thank you all for your help! If you had died, I could not forgive myself.” Marjorie was watering.

“You are the one who saved us, Marjorie! Now dry those tears, because everyone is fine. What happened cannot be changed.” says Charlotte with a smile on her face.

After the confusion settled, everyone entered the castle. Flick and Leon went to their rooms to update themselves on the situation. Marjorie and Charlotte were going to the luxurious room. Meals would be served in the rooms that night. Leon told Flick about his encounter with that bizarre being and how he had proceeded in the fight. Flick says that the nights were quiet and with no sign of enemies and reports the meeting with the Elven Prince. Leon was exhausted and started making his arrangements to get a proper night of sleep. Amadeus had slept during the day and was on standby in case something happened. The conversation had been very objective and in short words due to Henry's tiredness. Meanwhile in the princess's quarters, Charlotte was trying to cheer up Marjorie who was already feeling better physically.

“Forgive me Charlotte! I couldn't control that force.” the princess speaks with dismay.

“I will never forgive you,” Charlotte speaks sharply. Marjorie looks astonished and then lowers her head. Charlotte turns smiling and turns to the girl. “There is nothing to forgive, your spoiled brat! Charlotte squeezed Marjorie's cheeks. “I had them prepare pudding so we can eat tonight. I know it's your favorite dessert.” Charlotte started to pat the princess on the head and sits next to her.

“Thanks Charlotte, but I'm not in the mood for pudding tonight.” Marjorie rubbed her cheeks that were red due to the redhead's grips.

“What about some tickling?” Charlotte started to tickle Marjorie's belly, the princess start laughing.

Gradually the mood started to become less tense. Then the two eat the dessert and settle down to sleep. Charlotte kisses Marjorie's forehead and blows out the candles. The girls sleep peacefully that night. Everything was going well in the Southstar kingdom.

At the bottom of the sea, near the northwestern islands, Napoleon stood before the dark throne on which Arkhatov sat. It was a black tower and although it was at the bottom of the ocean, there was no water inside that dark place. A huge black armor emanating a deep purple aura from the helmet looked at Napoleon. A black and shinning big greatsword was on his right side and was embedded in the floor on the top floor of the tower. A dark, low voice echoed from the black helmet.

“You have miserably failed to capture the White child again. I lost many of my allies and my worshipers. I entrusted my fallen brothers to you and all you showed me was defeat! Although my brothers had a smaller fraction of their original powers, they were defeated, even when you said it would be enough! I spend a lot of my power to bring them back from the realms of the dead. The human child must have already met the elves while I waste my time with you!” Arkhatov's sinister voice echoed through the tower. That voice filled Napoleon's heart with fear.

“I beg for one more opportunity, dark lord! You know you need me as much as I need you.” Napoleon said these words with determination, although fear filled his soul.

“You must be very brave or insane to say such daring words to me. Many perished for less. Know that I needed you human, but you revealed my whereabouts to all my worshipers. How long do you think it will take to others to come to me? I could just replace you with the other human that serves you. Tell me, Napoleon, why should I give you that last opportunity?” asks Arkhatov with his hand on his sword hilt.

“Hilbert will come to us, if we capture his sister who is in the Southstar kingdom. His weakness is his soft heart. I was able to discover the princess's whereabouts thanks to one of my informants who work for the king.” says Napoleon with determination.

“The southern star realm is protected by Drackonius Dorogon, an ancient and very powerful golden dragon. He was sided with the gods in the first celestial war. Its powers are comparable to those of the gods! You would be marching to defeat again. How do you plan to succeed in this reckless endeavor?” asks Arkhatov still holding his huge sword.

“I would be marching to lose the battle, but not the war. When we attack the castle, this will be the ideal opportunity to capture the princess. The chaos of the battle would leave the princess defenseless and her capture would be made easier! The goal would not be to destroy the kingdom or be victorious in that battle, but to capture the princess. Hilbert would be in our hands after that.” Napoleon sweated cold as he waited for Arkhatov's answer. Those seconds of silence felt like hours. The eyes of Arkhatov start to intensify the purple light.

“We may lose this battle indeed, but it’s time for revenge against that dragon and that traitorous kingdom. Leviathan, the black dragon that was at our side in the celestial war, has been roaming space after our defeat. I can feel that its powers are slowly being restored after he met Chaos. He still roams through space destroying worlds. I shall call him to this planet. He is still waiting for a rematch against Drackonius. Gather all the servants! Beherit, Behemoth and Amon will be summoned from the dimension of death; together they are the most destructive of all my fallen brothers! This will be your last chance to prove your worth.” Arkhatov releases the hilt of his black sword and hands four black skulls from his dark throne to Napoleon.

The Chaos champion starts to emit a deep purple aura from his eyes and fills the skulls with the spirits of three dead ancient ones. One skull was filled with thousands of spirits from the underworld.

Napoleon bows and leaves to gather the cultists and to summon the creatures with the power of the black skulls. He knew this would be his last chance and his heart was determined to accomplish his mission.