N:   Saxon woke up abruptly with a start, muttering a few words under his breath before realizing who woke him up.

After Prudoria explained the situation, he looked up at the broken window, "there is no way to know if he's fine. However, since he seems to be confident like Esha, he may know how to survive on his own but he could live here. Also, who is going to take care of the patients?"

"Don't worry about the other patients, sire," one of the doctors said as they walked up to them, "we have some medicine that can help them sleep so that they could properly rest from their disruption."

The entity hummed before stepping out of bed, rubbing his face as it still felt numb from the poison, and said, "Let's see if the man is alright. Are you going to bring your manticore?"

M:   "I don't think so, I remember Odrus and his friends being afraid of Aslan," Prudoria pointed out, "he'll probably frighten the werewolf as well."

"I'll come with you," Esha suddenly said, being the only other person who woke up, "you'll need someone who Sabeth knows and trusts."

"But you can't go, you're too hurt," the young country remarked.

"It's just a scratch, I've been through way worse," Esha grunted, waving away a nurse who tried to stop her, "getting in fights with another eternal was just a Tuesday for me back in the settlement, I'm just a little rusty after centuries away from everyone."

Esha stood with some difficulty, not putting her full pressure on one leg and using her tail to balance herself. Prudoria looked to Saxon for his decision.

N:   Saxon sighed and nodded, "Although I would want to disagree and have you fully healed, you got a point. We will never be able to approach Sabeth without you. But I'm not the one responsible for when you get further injuries, otherwise, Anglo will go after me."

"We will make sure that she would be tended to if such an occasion occurs," the doctor spoke, "now I ask you all to leave so the rest do not wake from their slumber."

M:   Although Prudoria still wasn't sure about Esha leaving, it wasn't like he could argue with people so stupidly older than him, so he relented and asked if he could borrow a coat from one of the doctors. The three countries headed out and to the window that Sabeth jumped out of, it wasn't hard to pick up his trail, blood was quite a contrast to snow after all, not to mention the snow wasn't packed down so his tracks were very apparent.

"Prudoria, I want you to stay behind Saxon and I at all times," the eternal ordered, "Sabeth isn't likely to attack another eternal but he is afraid and confused, and fear can turn anyone into a wild animal."

With the warning out of the way, Esha gathered her strength and led the way, albeit slowly. They actually didn't have to go very far, just a couple yards in the woods, and they heard crying, and when they found Sabeth the poor creature had his hand caught in an abandoned bear trap. His ears twitched when the group came close to him, he tried to run but the trap was anchored to the ground.

"Poor guy," Prudoria said from behind Saxon, "he's had such a bad day, hasn't he."

N:   Saxon wordlessly nodded before cautiously walking towards Sabeth. "I'm not going to hurt you," he muttered as he slowly made his way toward the Eternal until he was crouching near him.

"You need to be freed," the entity spoke in a quiet tone, "so let me release the spring." Making sure not to make any sudden moves, the entity went back on his feet and pushed either foot on the wings on the side of the trap, and pushing them down stopped the spring mechanism, but the other wasn't yet freed. Carefully, so as not to hurt Sabeth too much, he pried the jaws open, and once Sabeth removed his hands, he let the trap snap shut.

M:   Sabeth licked his wrist in pain, she was just about to bolt again when Esha knelt next to him.

"Sabeth, do you remember me," she asked, "do you remember me at all."

Sabeth stared at her for a moment, then slowly nodded, and she continued, "Then you still trust me, so when I tell you that these humans will not hurt us, I'm not lying. There is much we have to discuss and explain to you, but let's go back home, it's too cold to be out here while injured."

Sabeth stared at her for a long time, but he eventually closed his eyes and nuzzled her a bit, which seemed to concern her.

"Let's go back now," Esha said to Saxon, "he'll be alright now, but he's clearly been traumatized to the point of returning to the wild, it might take him a while to come back."

N:   "We will give him all the time that he needs," Saxon reassured her. They slowly made their way back to the compound and when they reached the entrance, they came across the same doctor, and Saxon asked him where he was going.

"I just need to go and rest," he explained, and when his stomach rumbled, he added, "And I haven't eaten for a day either."

"Then go and rest then," the entity ordered, to which the doctor smiled, and for a moment he thought he saw something, but he dismissed it and let the doctor pass.

When they finally reached the infirmary, where everyone was still sleeping, they focused on returning Sabeth back to his bed and making sure he doesn't run away at the sight of the humans. "Esha," he asked, "how exactly are the medics going to take care of him? Are you going to?"

M:   Esha looked to Sabeth for a moment, "I think he'll be fine, he won't hurt anyone else anymore, I'll keep an eye on him though."

Prudoria got into bed and went back to sleep with no problem, Esha sat next to Sabeth while the other medics treated him, holding his uninjured hand until she too fell back asleep, just as the first sun rays started to shine.

N:   Anglo came into the infirmary to check on everyone, and he smiled when he saw that they were all asleep, although he was confused at the busted window, so he asked one of the servants to bring in someone to patch it up.

There was something putting him off when he entered the room, and wondering what it was, he followed the feeling until he was beside Prudoria's bed, staring at the jar with the magical orb hovering in it. Picking it up, he carefully inspected the glass until he saw a small etch in it, and was surprised to find a rune.

'ᚨ'

"Revealing," the Englishman wondered out loud, "but why would Ansuz be here, unless ..."

He rushed over to Saxon and gently woke him up, and when the other did, the entity shuffled back at the sight of the jar.

"What the hell are you doing, Anglo," Saxon asked with concern, "why do you have ... that?"

The winged country sighed before answering. "I know I am going to regret this, asking you to do this," he began as he showed the letter to the entity, "but could you reverse this rune?" The Englishman even got a scalpel and handed it over to the entity, scaring the other more.

"But it just says revealing. Why should I -"

"Because it could also mean deceiving, now, why would someone want to fake the jar?" Anglo held out his hand, waiting patiently as he looked at the entity expectantly, so the other sighed as he used the scalpel to cut the country's hand, letting the blood drip into his.

Saxon let out a sigh before closing his eyes and muttering a chant under his breath, outlining the etched letter before muttering, "Ansuz." Where the blood came into contact with the etched letter began to glow, and for a moment they couldn't see what was inside, but once the glow subsided, they both drew in their breaths.

The magical orb was gone, and the only thing in Anglo's hand was an empty jar. Saxon quickly passed out, both from the shock that the anchor was gone, and from being drained from the magic, while Anglo just stared at the jar with disbelief in his eyes. "We got a problem," he grumbled.

M:   Prudoria hadn't fallen completely asleep and woke up when Anglo took his jar, he watched what he and Saxon did and also gasped in shock.

"How did that happen, how is it gone," he asked, walking up to Anglo, "I put a seal on it, physical or magical forces shouldn't have been able to open that except for me."

He took the jar out of Anglo's hands to look at it, but yelped in pain and dropped it, though it somehow didn't shatter. Prudoria held his hands close to himself, beginning to cry from how much they hurt, when a medic came over and looked at his hands they were burnt, the smell of burning flesh radiated off of them like he left his hands in a fire for an hour, though the burns looked only about two to three minutes.

N:   Anglo carefully picked up the jar, a look of confusion on his face as he watched the medics begin to dress Prudoria's burns. "I don't know what happened," he said while the medics led Prudoria back to his bed, "or where it went, but right now you need to be taken care of and make sure that you don't touch this."

Setting the jar aside, he grabbed some bandages and wrapped them around his bleeding palm, wondering about how it could have disappeared.

"It must have been Suebi," the Englishman muttered, making sure that his passed-out husband was comfortable, "unless someone went out of their way to learn runes, it must be him." After a moment of thinking, he walked up to the other's bed, bringing himself a chair as he asked, "Prudoria, was there a moment where you were not with the jar? When was it out of your sight?"

M:   Prudoria couldn't talk for a second, the pain stealing away his voice and only allowing him to whimper.

"O-only once, but it was minutes ago," he sniffled, "the werewolf jumped out the window and ran away, so Saxon, Esha, and I left to find him. But we were gone for ten minutes at most, I don't know how someone could have done something in that time."

He rubbed his hands when the medic was done treating them, "There was an energy on that jar, it felt so evil, it felt like it was trying to destroy my magic, and since I was made by magic I guess that's why it burned."

Prudoria tried to use magic to see how badly the jar hurt him, he was able to make a cup on his table float so the damage was only physical, but it still hurt very bad.

N:   Anglo sighed and nodded, "Very well. Rest now and heal; I'll take the jar up to my study to watch over it and to keep you safe, meanwhile, I will have a servant call Mandoria to come check on you."

The winged country then stood up and went over to grab the jar, but stopped when he noticed some movement in his peripheral vision. When he turned around, he saw BE begin to stir from his sleep, and the empire just realized that he had been hugging Sofia all this time.

"Wha-" he wondered out loud, slowly sitting up, "when was she here?"

"She felt guilty about what she did," Anglo explained with a soft smile, "so she laid down next to you to apologize, then you hugged her in your sleep."

The Brit hummed as he rubbed the young girl's head, "I started it, so I guess I deserved it."

"You do need to be held accountable for your actions, but you don't deserve to die," Anglo said firmly before softening his tone, "anyway, there have been some incidents happening while you slept, you will be caught up but now rest."

He walked towards the door, and taking one look back he smirked, "Maybe the pair of you can get along. Putting away your demeanor may be a good step in the right direction, Albion," and with that, he was gone.

The empire huffed a bit before facing Prudoria, his eyes boring into him.

M:   Prudoria whimpered at BE's staredown, cowering in fear on his bed, and tried to appear as small as possible.

"Hey now, that's enough," the medic who was tending to Prudoria scolded, "this young man did nothing to warrant such hatred, you quit picking on people weaker than you."

The medic was an older woman, so she definitely had the motherly demeanor and the attitude, as she picked up an old newspaper and whacked BE on the head with it. "You may be my king, but that doesn't mean I won't knock some sense into you, so quit acting like a spoiled brat and play nice with the other children, you got that."

N:   BE rubbed his head from the hit as he grumbled, "You medics really have the audacity to act this way," but he said nothing else to her before grabbing some crutches that were by his bedside.

Swinging his legs off the bed, he took in a sharp breath as a sudden shot of pain erupted in his leg, but he bit his tongue to hold on to the yelp before standing on his feet. Shifting his weight onto one foot, he limped his way over to Prudoria with the crutches before sitting in the seat Anglo sat in.

"You should know that it takes me a while to trust someone," he informed the country, "and it is in my nature to assess threats, and you are not exactly someone I can turn a blind eye to. So tell me, what is worthy about you to be worth my attention?"

He sensed that the medic was going to attack him again, so when she swung at him again, he grabbed hold of the newspaper and snatched it out of her hands. "You may have hit me once," he muttered, "but you will not do so a second time."

M:   "Then you may leave and quit terrorizing the patients," the medic remarked, "you don't scare me, your Highness, and I won't tolerate anyone going out of their way to torment injured and helpless people."

"P-please g-go away," Prudoria whimpered, hiding under his covers while on the verge of crying again, "I-I d-don't want y-your attention, p-please just leave m-me alone, p-p-please."

N:   BE scoffed before grabbing his crutches and standing up. "I don't have to scare you to garner your respect, madam," the empire spoke to the medic, "otherwise if you truly did not fear me, you would have never addressed me as your king. I respect a person who has a solid moral ground, but from what you have said, clearly, you don't know that I do not."

With that, he turned away and hobbled towards the door, and when he was asked about where he was going he answered, "I am not blind; I saw that the jar was empty, now I need to find where the magic went," then he had left.

M:   The medic rolled her eyes, wondering how such a brat ended up as her king, then went about calming Prudoria down until Mandoria could come.

Mandoria was actually still sleeping since it was so early, so when he was woken up and told what happened he was still groggy. When he arrived at the infirmary he could hear what was going on with BE and Prudoria, and he was pretty upset about it.

"What is your problem, Britain," he confronted when BE walked out, "Prudoria's just a child, why must you needlessly terrify him? He already had Prussia torturing him, why must you do the same!?"

N:   "If I were to torture him, then let me remind you that I can do much worse," BE spoke firmly, "if he can't handle my scrutiny, then he won't stand a chance against the other empires. Until then, I am a serious person, and I do not take jokes lightly, but the Europeans are a bit more relaxed and could play around with him."

He paused for a moment so he could shift his weight off his bad leg and continued, "And, if you had heard us, you would know that I always assess threats, and so do the other kingdoms and empires. He is the 'offspring' of two of the most powerful winged kingdoms, and in the same way that many of the kingdoms didn't accept your sons when they were searching for a home, they will also see him as a threat, no matter his age. He needs to show his worth, but to clearly show who he is as a person and not to cower. If he wants to be treated as a young man, he needs to be one."

M:   Mandoria's face softened a bit, he let out a tired sigh, "I understand what you mean, and I do believe that your goals are reasonable, but the way you're going about them is all wrong. You should never teach through fear, the student would never understand what you're trying to teach them if they're scared all of the time. Prussia rules with fear and look what's happening with his kingdom, what happened to the Saxons."

Mandoria placed a hand on BE's shoulder, "Let me ask you, if Prudoria was your offspring rather than mine, would you still teach him through fear?"

N:   BE looked at Mandoria's hand on his shoulder before glancing back at him, "Then I would have said the same thing, admittedly not in the same tone, but as a warning. At this stage, they would have had some experience, either through me or through their own lives, on how to present themselves before guests. Words may be a good solution, but experience is better and its impacts last forever. As I said, if he wants to be treated as a young man, he needs to be one."

"And is that attitude the reason why America left you," Ireland pointed out, having walked towards them so he could enter the infirmary.

"You know full well it is because of something else, Ire," the Brit growled, "and even if he didn't like me, it was what I taught him which gave him the guts to declare war on me." The empire mumbled some words under his breath before pushing Mandoria's hand off his shoulder and limping away.

M:   Mandoria watched him go, disappointment in his eyes, "I don't understand how that man can be considered a union when he is much better at driving people away. He is one of my best friends, but the longer I'm here, the more of my respect for him dies."

He sighed in exasperation and rubbed his face, "How have you been though, Ireland, I haven't seen much of you around, just making yourself distant I guess, I now understand why and definitely think it's the right option."

N:   Ireland smiled a bit, "Well, finally someone understands. I've just been minding my own business, and I have my own country to run so I've been doing it remotely from here, but right now," he held up a letter, "I got a message to deliver."

As soon as they walked in, the Irishman frowned at the sight of his grandfather, "If the recipient was actually awake."

The country then noticed Prudoria, so after placing the letter at Saxon's bedside table, he ambled over to the winged country. "I'm sorry for whatever my brother did," he spoke, "sometimes, no ... most of the time, he can be insensitive, so don't take what he said to heart."

M:   Prudoria was still trembling at this point, so Mandoria sat next to him and wrapped a wing around him, which helped a bit.

"Why does he hate me," Prudoria sniffled, "I try to stay away from him and not make him upset, but he still hates me, why?"

"That's just BE being BE, unfortunately," Mandoria said, "he only sees a threat in front of him, not a person, he doesn't hate you Prudoria."

"Yes he does, he hates me because of who my other father is," the young country wailed, "I never asked to be created, I didn't get to choose who created me, I don't want to exist if everyone is going to torment me for it!"

Prudoria hid his face in Mandoria's chest and kept crying, sometimes saying "I just want to die" while he did.

N:   Ireland knelt next to Prudoria and held his hand. "Although I may not get along with my brother," he began, "I know that he is a person who only hates a select few, except he finds anyone he doesn't like annoying. He doesn't hate someone unless there is a good reason to, and to have Prussia as your father isn't one."

The Irishman rubbed the winged country's back, trying his best to comfort him as he continued. "There is something you need to learn, and that is that most of us try not to judge the younger generations by their forefathers' sins. If we did, then my family would have been doomed from the start, having Grandfather or even Suebi as part of this family, but we recognize that we cannot blame the children for the father's faults. Imagine blaming Wales for what our Father did, when we know that he would never do such a thing."

Sighing, he stood up when he saw that Prudoria was still hugging Mandoria. "People may initially judge you," he warned, "especially that you are related to Prussia, but unless you give them a reason to, they will never equate you to that monster."

M:   Mandoria didn't say anything just yet, he felt that Prudoria needed comfort from someone closer to BE, and he was right. The young country slowly calmed down enough to not be bawling his eyes out, just silently sniffling while he listened to Ireland.

He was still too unstable to respond so he vibrated his wings to talk through Mandoria.

"He says thank you," Mandoria translated, "Your words made him feel better, but he doesn't think it will help him not be afraid of BE, or not think that BE isn't trying to pick on him."

The former king rubbed his son's arm, "It's okay Prudoria, it will take time to get over your fear, just being open-minded about it is all we can ask of you, ok."

Prudoria nodded, then promptly passed out as his emotional crisis dumped along with his energy.

"Thank you, Ireland," Mandoria simply said, "you're honestly a much better father figure than BE and England."

N:   "No worries," Ireland nodded, then smirked a bit," What can I say, us Celts do a better job." The Irishman went quiet for a bit as he thought for a moment, "But I guess Grandpa is a good role model in the family to be a father, and I don't want to be like Father and BE if I become a father, if that day ever comes."

As soon as he finished, Wales walked into the room, and quickly assessing the room, he stuttered, "Oh, umm, I can come back later -"

"It's alright, Wales," the Irishman spoke, "what is it?"

"BE asks for everyone to come to the dining hall," the Welshman said, "because, he said, he needs to do a search of everyone."

Ireland rubbed his face as he groaned, "Honestly, what is up with him," before walking to the door, "Might as well get this over and done with. Are you coming, Mandoria?"

M:   Mandoria looked to him, then to Prudoria, unsure if he should leave him or not, the medic from before reassured him that she would take care of his son so he could go. He reluctantly stood and headed for the door, but doubled back when he remembered that Sofia was still there and should be returned to her parents.

Child in hand, Mandoria followed Wales and Ireland to the dining room where everyone who could come was, he internally groaned that this better be important.

N:   Seeing that now everyone was there, BE finally stood up from his seat, since he was resting his leg, and used a glass to get everyone's attention.

"Sorry for the inconvenience but this is important," he announced, "for those who may not know, the magic that acted as an anchor to a terrible man, namely Suebi, has been found missing not that long ago. Sir Anglo here mentioned that he didn't feel the magic last night, which currently is engraved into the jar, but this morning when he went to the infirmary, so now we need to know that, if Suebi has been able to get hold of the magic orb, who the new anchor is."

England then stepped forward and said, "It would be a mark, shaped like an 'X' but the two top branches are joined up into a square, and it can be anywhere on your body. Speak now if you have been in contact with him."

Everyone looked between each other, and one by one they said that they haven't seen him, so the empire sighed. "I thought that I wouldn't have to do this," he muttered, "but he had a limited time frame to disappear so it had to be someone here. So, one by one, please accompany a servant and show that you're free of the mark."

"Can you not trust our words," Wolfgang asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone, "I don't think any of us wants to show ourselves when we're sure."

"So what is the alternative," the empire asked back, "how did this happen? How will we be sure that Suebi's dead?"

M:   "Wasn't it Prudoria that found the anchor in the first place," Uskaine asked, "maybe we can get him to find it again?"

"No, Prudoria removed the anchor from England after he showed it to Saxon and Anglo," Rowen corrected, "but now that you mention it, someone who is familiar with Suebi's energy could possibly detect it on someone else."

"Except that no one who has been around Suebi is sensitive enough to detect energy," Askad pointed out, "Esha possibly could since she went to get England back, but she's in no condition to offer any help."

"It might not even be on a person either, we know from Ora that he can anchor to animals too," Neflen remarked, "if I were him that's exactly what I would do, it would be the last thing we would expect so it would remain undiscovered until it was too late."

"That still doesn't help us figure out who or what is the host," Mandoria stated, "and from what I understand, whoever has the anchor could die from it if we don't find it in time."

N:   "Grandpa," BE spoke as he turned to Anglo, "could you detect if Suebi is around?"

The winged country shook his head, "No, I only detected if he used runes, but that's it."

"And what about-"

"No he cannot," the older country said firmly, "and I doubt that he would ever want to. And even if he could, there is no telling that his energy is the same as when he was ... well ... alive."

The empire hummed as he began to think, trying to solve the problem. "So we currently don't have any clue of who or what he has anchored to, there are two weeks left until the Yule celebrations and there is a looming threat that needs to be solved. I as that if anyone receives a mark, or has seen anything suspicious whatsoever, report it to me so it can be solved." He rubbed his temples, the stress slowly getting to him, when he asked, "Grandpa, could you describe what kind of man Suebi is?"

"An arsehole, cynical, violent," the Englishman replied, counting on his fingers, "sadistic, a hater-"

"Something that could be important?"

Anglo went silent, his arms returning to his sides as he said, "he's a vengeful person; always loves to exact revenge, and not just any old revenge, one that is thought out and intricate. I remember the one time I saw it work, and to this day I don't think I could fully heal from it."

M:   Everyone was scared at this point, they'd all heard the stories by now, it frightened them that this wingless Prussia was trying to come back to the living world, and who knew what would happen if he succeeded. Everyone was scared, except for one kingdom, he felt no fear, only anger. A slow-burning flame that was lit when he was brought back to life, but this added fuel to the fire, how dare anyone bring harm and fear to those he held dear.

The king thundered away from the dining hall, leaving everyone confused about what he was doing. He was done sitting around doing nothing, he was done running from his problems, his family is being plagued by this one man and he was going to put a stop to it one way or another.

He first went to his room and angrily wrote down a letter, a challenge to Subei that he should face him instead rather than go after everyone else, and that he would be a coward not to accept. He opened his window and whistled, one of the carrier birds flew over and he ordered it to find Subei and give him the letter, and when it flew away, he marched down to the armory to prepare for war.

N:   Johann and Heinrich glanced at each other, so they decided to go chase after Mandoria, and when they finally found him at the armory, the former slowed down to a halt as he stood sheepishly at the door. He was usually confident around his father, but back in the times of the kingdom, he would quickly grow quiet when Mandoria was in such a mindset.

"Father," he muttered, taking a step into the armory, "bitte, don't rush into this."

"You don't know the consequences of what this would cause," Heinrich added, also weary of the Mandorian.

M:   Mandoria stopped but did not turn around, he was midway through putting on an old suit of armor that was salvaged from his kingdom, as apparently BE tried to save what he could from Prussia's wrath.

"I have lived for over 300,000 years, Heinrich," he said, his voice didn't even sound like himself, "I have raised armies and torn down nations, I've united kingdoms against empires and built a mighty kingdom with my own two hands. I did not live and rule this long by underestimating my foes, I know exactly what I'm doing, and what the consequences are."

He let out a sigh and turned to the two boys, his face was gentle but his eyes were aflame with determination and purpose, "I may not have a kingdom to fight for, but I have my friends and family, and I would go to Jastrem and back to protect you all. I'm no longer a king, but I'm still a warrior, and I will fight for those who depend on me."

He turned back and picked up a longsword, gazing a the weapon thoughtfully, "You may not be my old sword, but you will still serve me well." He then attached it to his belt and walked past the two to ready his horse.

N:   Johann just watched as Mandoria marched past him, standing right where he stood, but Heinrich wasn't having any of it, and the latter was going to walk after the Mandorian before grabbing Johann's arm and dragging him along.

The Saxon had to quicken his pace, speed walking past Mandoria before standing before him between him and his horse. "Mandoria, you are not thinking straight," he said to his face, although he fully knew that the country could easily push him aside, "you are going for someone who doesn't play by the rules, and you have no idea of what he is capable of, yet for all we know he might know all your strengths and weaknesses. You speak of tearing down nations, but it is Suebi's goddamn job to do that, for crying out loud he is an entity, he is an expert at bringing down kingdoms and empires. And finally, he is no doubt stronger than you."

"Heinz," Johann muttered.

"I said it," the Saxon snapped, "that man was able to come back to life, sustain a lifeline with any being, somehow infiltrate this compound without us knowing, and he probably knows strong enough magic to bypass Prudoria's. From what I have heard, Prussia brought you back to life, you can only perform simple spells, and while he was suffering a day or two when his lifeline was broken, you have been in captivity for three fucking years. This. Is. Suicide."

M:  Those words did make Mandoria stop to think, maybe he was being too hasty going after Suebi, especially alone.

"You're right Heinz, this is suicide, but what's done is done, a falcon is already on its way to deliver my challenge to Suebi, I couldn't back down even if I wanted to," Mandoria sighed, "but I don't plan on playing by the rules either, I may not be as strong as the other eternals, but I'm not weak either."

Mandoria held up his hand and created a ball of flame in it, he chucked it into the air and it exploded in a huge shockwave, causing most of the horses around to start running to the other side of the field. He then walked back into the stable and brought out Xanthos, who was already suited up in his own armor.

"The place that Suebi exchanged England for Chrysalis, BE will know what I mean," he said as he mounted his steed, "tell him to remain in the shadows until he hears a raptors war cry, I will do my best to make sure Suebi does not escape."

He paused to stare at the compound, thinking of what he is doing, and what he might lose because of it, "if he asks why, tell him that when we promised we would stand by each other till the end, I never intended on breaking that promise."

With that, he flicked the reins and Xanthos galloped away at full speed, Mandoria not looking back as he was determined to finish this once and for all.