All was quiet. Hundreds of Corrigon were dead and sprawled across the field. The scepter was smoking as General Viane approached it with caution. The stone on the top of it was now completely shattered. He stared into the faces of the others who were stricken with worry as to whether or not the royal family had made it safely through the portal.

All they could do now, was wait to see what the fate of their world would be.