The wrath of the waves, with a violence greater than that possessed by an extraordinary warrior fighting on the front line of a battle worthy of being remembered for countless generations, expands its dominion until it devastates the entire capital of the absconditus kingdom, Jerusalem, although normally the palace of any king would be resistant to tsunamis... as long as there is an ocean nearby.

In less than an instant, a great flood covers beyond the horizon.

From the waters and ruins, a machine emerges that resembles a giant robot and is made of metals darker than obsidian. It holds a vampire over its shoulder wearing heavy black armour like his short straight hair and wielding a sword sharper than a thousand needles.

The king, standing on top of this mech-automaton subordinate to his wife, has the chance to contemplate the great flood. Under the waves, he realises the presence of an army made up of tritons and other sea creatures commanded by Marshal Okeanós, one of the largest military forces in the kingdom, which until then had been an ally. Azriel frowns as he shows off his sharp fangs, enraged by this attack that could only have been carried out by the Greeks - after all, the melodious murmur of each newt, which when joined with the song of the others of the same species seems to form a harmonious choir, is responsible for controlling the waters that have flooded the capital.

Azriel jumps on top of the robot, confident that his wife will use her technologies to give him a platform from which to soar, and continues in this way until he meets the enemy marshal. The king knows he doesn't have to worry about being alone, because his soldiers are capable of reaching him. Two of the four main armies that serve him - the giant bears of House Nanook, which, although there aren't many of them because only bears from the human world retain extraordinary mental stamina and are reincarnated as absconditus, they always revive after a while from their death, and the vampires of House Hazael - are already at his side, while the druids of House Eyrwisdom are protecting the queen, the prince and the others present in the royal city, and part of their doctors are behind them, supporting the warriors. While protecting the rest of the kingdom, House Long is not in the capital.

Marshal Okeanós raises his stance even more, which is as imposing as the heavy silver armour he is wearing, and highlights the long blue crest of his helmet, which appears to have been dyed with the colour of the deep sea, and looking down at Azriel, he strikes the first blow with his trident, starting the desired duel against the king, while the soldiers of both sides fight each other.

A battle as balanced as the rules of the universe takes place, however, almost as if it were magic or some kind of witchcraft, perhaps sorcery? Countless warriors begin to fall, already lifeless, and almost all of those who have been defeated are allies of the king. It's not as if Azriel could escape the same fate as his subjects. Bright crimson blood drips from his ebony-black armour, dancing with the invisible poison that was on his enemies' blades and developed in secret for an inestimable amount of time. A warrior's long-lived strength leaves his body and the life drains from his breath, yet he has not perished before wounding every centimetre of the marshal's skin.

Clarence's technology, which is always in her husband's armour to check his vital signs, warns her of the king's death. The Greeks are already prepared for any counter-attack from her, even her smallest decisions, while they maintain a monopoly on surprise because they have developed things unimaginable in the shadows.

The marshal proceeds to where the intelligence has previously deduced the queen to be, in one of the castle's thousands of underground rooms, this one in particular appears to have been decorated with scrap metal, and the door to the room is like a portal to a cyberpunk world.

He uses the only way that hasn't been blocked by his soldiers who are preventing the queen from escaping, where the bodies of the Eyrwisdom who protected Clarence lie in red lakes. Despite the apparent lack of protection, any step the marshal takes activates a different security system, which fires on him several times, but doesn't slow him down.

Wounded, the marshal reaches the queen.

Clarence uses one hand to lift the skirt of her marsala dress and the other to push back her wavy brown hair. As she stares at him with emerald fury in her eyes, she removes her hand from behind her neck. In it, a sword seems to emerge, which was hidden in the collar of her dress.

Despite being aware of her enemy's strength, Clarence doesn't have the option of cowering, because if they drink her blood after she's dead, the first being to do so appropriates the blessing of the Curse of the Rose and is gifted with overwhelming power.

However, despite her courage, she is nothing more than a mere human. The marshal uses the same trident that murdered the king, now broken, to take her life by piercing it through her already shattered heart. He then licks up some of the queen's blood that has remained on his weapon. If the marshal hadn't obtained this power within a few moments, he would have died from his wounds.

The only door in the room where the prince is, together with the chancellor and his best friend, is violently smashed in with a kick. A being covered in blood, as if it had plunged into a river of crimson, steps through the doorway and limps towards its target, ignoring even the sharp sword drawn by the intimidating chancellor, underestimating them.

Dominated by the emerald fury reflected in his gaze, the prince doesn't hesitate to attack the murderer of his parents, with the chancellor as his partner in this fight - perhaps it shouldn't be called a fight, because only the marshal hits and his two enemies get hit, with the chance of even cutting out the prince's left eye. However, this is the perfect distraction.

Although in the first moments of the battle the existence of the poisons was a secret, after all these deaths anyone is able to realise their presence in the blades. The prince's friend sneaks a piece of cloth and steals some of the poison contained in the trident from the marshal, who is totally focused on the fight and his thinking is distorted by the terrible injuries caused by the king's blade and the queen's technologies.

In less than a minute of fighting, this cunning teenager puts poison in the ammunition of the nearest pistol and shoots the marshal until he runs out of bullets. He attracts the enemy's attention, but there isn't even time for a dialogue, because the powerful poison is capable of defeating even an illustrious warrior like this in seconds, just as the chancellor had planned.