Noah, Esther, Ramsay, Mike, Kylie, Lilia, Ryn, Tracy, Kinsley, Hawk, Camelia, and Benjamin were shocked and confused again when they saw Redrick kill Ragmus by stabbing him in the heart from behind. They wondered why Redrick killed Ragmus again. Ragmus's head fell dead to the table immediately after Redrick removed the sword from Ragmus's heart and dropped the sword on the floor, then Redrick took a seat. After sitting down, Redrick looked at the others and saw the way they were all staring at him.Redrick could see the shock and confusion written all over their faces so he thought they needed to understand why he killed Ragmus. Redrick said "I understand why what I did might look strange and confusing to you all, which is because you have no memories of this reality..."Redrick paused for a moment to look at all of them, who were curious to hear what he had to say. Redrick said "Ragmus is linked to the Syrics, which is also one of the reasons why Ragmus can not leave the mountain. T

King Hope was the first to speak. The air shimmered near his throne. His golden robes seemed to move with a life of their own as he leaned slightly forward and said to Ramsay."You speak with the boldness of youth, Ramsay," he said, voice calm, but weighted like thunder under velvet. "Yet… there is truth in your words. Truth born of pain, of loyalty… of love. These are not marks of deception. They are the soul of sacrifice."King Hope paused to turn his gaze to Esther before he continued "The girl has lost her memories. That does not erase her deeds—but it does erase her intent. Intent must always be weighed before judgment. Let us not forget that."Esther felt a flicker of warmth in her chest since King Hope had just acknowledged that she hadn’t been involved in the creation of the new reality. Ramsay, too, was relieved to hear it. Whatever the others might have had to say would be irrelevant since King Hope had spoken, and that was enough.King Damon was the second to speak, but he

The disagreement between the two parties dragged on endlessly. Voices clashed, tempers flared, and yet the two who appeared to lead each side—King Hope and Omen said nothing. Both of them simply stared at each other in tense, motionless silence, as though locked in a silent battle of wills.Ramsay stood uncertainly between them. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew this couldn’t continue. The back-and-forth was pointless now. The world teetered on the edge of something catastrophic, and yet these powerful beings were wasting time on pride and who us right or wrong.Esther thought the same. She clenched her fists, her eyes scanning the arguing sides. She and Ramsay hadn’t come here to witness more division. They came to shed light—to reveal truth, to find unity—not to watch the Great Kings and the Sa’ers descend into chaos and blame.Just as Ramsay opened his mouth to speak, he heard Esther’s voice rise across the hall, sharp and commanding—cutting clean through the chaos like lightn

Ramsay and Esther finally returned to the others, their steps heavy with what they had learned, but they found Ragmus lying lifeless on the ground—dead. Neither of them was worried about that since they knew Ragmus must have been killed because of the Syrics.Noah, Redrick Mike, Kylie, Lilia, Ryn, Tracy, Hawk, Camelia, and Benjamin stood in stunned silence after hearing what Esther and Ramsay had told them. Each of them had battled monsters, both outside and within—but nothing prepared them for the unsettling truth Ramsay and Esther brought back with them which is, "The Sa'ers. The Great Kings. The other reality. The memories. And what was yet to come".In the Dark Mountain, time had no real meaning. With no sun to rise or moon to fall, days and nights blurred into endless shadow. No one could truly say how long Ramsay and Esther had been gone. But now that they were back, the need to leave the mountain became more urgent than ever.Yet no plan could be made—not until Ragmus returned.

The battle inside the mountain raged on without end, the air thick with the stench of blood and scorched stone. The Syrics hurled themselves forward in wave after wave, their speed climbing to a maddening level — yet still, they managed to land no decisive blow on their targets.Noah, Ragmus, Esther, Redrick, Ramsay, Camelia, Ryn, Lilia, Kinsley, Tracy, Benjamin, Mike, Hawk, and Kylie fought without pause, their movements a brutal rhythm of death. Mercy had no place here — each strike was meant to kill.Ragmus circled the others like a living fortress, his claws, teeth, and barbed tails severing heads with savage efficiency. Noah, wings half-unfurled, moved between swordplay and magic, every motion deadly, every burst of power carving through the enemy ranks. Ramsay’s blade-work was unmatched, his movements as precise as they were lethal, his own magic shielding allies alongside Noah.Tracy was the battlefield’s watchful eye, her golden arrow weaving and diving through the enemy swarm