Chestnut hovered over camp unwilling to land. His blue eyes impatiently scanned the environment in search of any sort of help. He howled loudly, causing some of the trees underneath him to tremble then peered down again.

Several doors simultaneously opened and armed soldiers poured out with their armor scandalously worn over their robes. They searched for the threat only for a few seconds before they glanced up and spotted the enormous creature hovering above. They became alarmed and took aim but their arrows never seemed to reach Chestnut. He scoured through the increasing crowd in an attempt to glimpse a familiar face.

Then he saw her - the same purple haired girl that had fed him a delicious meat dish the day before.

"Chestnut?" Phyllis called in disbelief as she also recognized him. She ran forward and began to scream. "Hold your peace."

The soldiers desisted more in surprise than of compliance. Chestnut bounded toward Phyllis and his gigantic paws touched the ground. His head towered over her but she reached up to touch his chest.

"What is it? Where's Waverly" She asked.

He gave a sad moan in reply and turned around then laid as flat as he could on his belly. At first, Phyllis saw nothing in the sea of silver fur then she spotted the faint blue shimmer of Waverly's wrist band.

"Waverly!" She screamed and began to scramble up Chestnut's back.

Waverly was unconscious and bruised deeply across her body. Blood pooled around the spot she lay on Chestnut's back, staining his silver fur a deep red.

"Help me get her down." Phyllis cried.

A couple of brave Elven soldiers ran forward and began to climb atop the wolf who laid utterly still to allow them work.

The Elfin officer amongst them who was in charge of their camp axis - a woman named Merula - ordered for a moveable bed to be brought from the infirmary. With the utmost care, Waverly was lowered down onto the bed and hurried to the sickhouse.

Chestnut shrunk down to pup size once more. Phyllis tried to pick him up but he refused and ran after Waverly instead.

"What has happened to her?" Merula asked Phyllis. The Elfin's voice was slightly intense and almost musical.

Phyllis wiped under her tearstained face with the hem of her sleeve. "I don't know but i hope she is okay."

One of The Nurses - Reela - was summoned to check on Waverly when it was discovered that the damage far exceeded her physical injuries. Reela passed her hands across Waverly's face and bandaged skin with her eyes closed, inhaling deeply as she combed through her patient's innermost psyche.

Inside the room with her was Phyllis, Merula, Dermot and Regent. Dermot had been on the night patrol in the next camp axis which was only a few horseback rides away. Phyllis had gone to fetch him with the news that Waverly was seriously hurt.

"Well?" He asked when Reela finally opened her eyes and dropped her hand.

"I fear tis be the work of an older, greater power." Reela said sadly.

"Older?" Phyllis asked. She had her robes curtained around her shoulders and her face was still wet with tears but she had since stopped crying.

"Yes, my dear. Older. The youngling has faced an Elemental godhead and i mean to be precise when say i that tis no ordinary godhead but Chaos himself. The very one who has orchestrated the war we face now."

Everyone in the room glanced at each other. It was Merula who spoke first.

"But my lady, how is it possible that she has come face to face with an Elemental? They cannot be seen."

Reela picked up a small bowl filled with the juice of the flowers she had crushed earlier on. "Indeed but alas Chaos is here now. He has taken form in a person with strength enough to contain him."

"It's that boy, isn't it?" Phyllis asked. Her face turned red under the light of the torches.

"I am afraid so. The boy who broke the border hosts in him the godhead of Chaos and by him will Oculmus cause many perils in tis age."

"So,uh, why did Waverly go to him at this time of the night?" Regent asked.

"Tis to be widely known by now that darkness attracts light. The youngling did possibly sense the presence of evil and was drawn to it. Tis be a miracle that she lives now."

"Will she be alright when she wakes up?" Dermot asked, staring at Waverly's sleeping form with deep worry across his face.

Reela gently opened Waverly's mouth and emptied the contents of the bowl into it. "We will find out."

Diarmaid came in at that moment and assessed everything in the room then whispered something into his brother's ear.

"Now?" Dermot asked with a frown.

"Yeah. Right outside." He replied and stole a glance at Waverly.

"She's still unconscious as you can see. Tell them all to go to bed." Dermot ordered. His voice was tainted with irritation.

"They won't leave until they know she's fine." Diarmaid said.

Dermot sighed and walked over to Reela who sat peacefully, staring at Waverly. "Will the medicine abate whatever happened to her?"

"No." Reela answered coolly. "Her mind has gone through the strongest befuddlement and when the time comes that she wakes, she will not be the same. For how long i know it not."

The Nurse turned her head carefully to the small group beside her. "I suggest that ye all take many a step back."

Diarmaid and the others obliged and moved back. Reela looked up at Dermot. "Ye must do likewise, son."

Dermot looked reluctant but he stepped back nonetheless. Just then, Waverly's eyes flew open and she sat up with a loud gasp, startling everyone in the room except for Reela.

She looked about in panic, wondering why the entire place was void of sound and blacker than midnight. A shudder ran down her form as she stepped down from the rock she thought sat on then spread out her arms to feel around for anything sturdy enough to balance against.

"Can she see us?" Regent inquired out of concern.

"No." Reela answered quietly. "Keep as still as ever now."

Waverly moved slowly, breathing in labored pants. Then suddenly she felt something move in front of her and an Incubus came out of nowhere. It grabbed her arm and she gave a piercing scream.

"Reela, let go." Diarmaid cautioned and rushed toward the Nurse. Waverly was flailing roughly in an attempt to free herself and had begun to hit the Elfin in many places.

As Diarmaid approached, Waverly perceived him as something even deadlier. She shuffled backwards and knocked a table over. The others rushed in to calm her down but Waverly only perceived them as evil creatures. She screamed and ran around the room ducking, moving away from reach and slamming herself into things. She succeeded in turning the room upside down and darted outside where a small crowd had gathered, those who wished to see her after hearing of her plight.

Waverly shrieked at the sight of all the dead souls of strange people closing in on her with their arms outstretched in a bid to receive her as one of them. She squealed and shifted, detaching herself from the touch of the dead around her.

"No. Go away! Get away from me!"

She slapped away the hands that stretched out to reach for her. Suddenly, an animal raced toward her. It had glowing red eyes, black stained pointy ears and a face made hideous by the numerous teeth that poked out of every corner of its head.

Waverly screamed at the sight of it and tried to run then bumped into something sturdy. She fell on her back and gazed up at what she had bumped into. It was tall despite its head that dangled in a strange sideways fashion as if it had been partly severed from its shoulders though still tethered to its body by a single tendon. It was dressed in normal clothes but that did not stop it from looking hideous.

"Get away from me." Waverly screamed, kicking at the person's legs.

"Calm down!"

"No. Back! Get away. Don't touch me, monster." Waverly removed Calaire from her wrist and it dissolved into a crescent. The souls next to her retreated at the sight of the weapon.

The monster slowly reached for her but Waverly took a run at it and gave it a nasty cut across its arm.

"Dermot!" Diarmaid yelled and ran to his brother.

Waverly realized she was surrounded by numerous monsters and strange creatures of all kinds. She had her weapon pointed at them, turning at every angle to keep them at bay.

"What is wrong with her?" Someone asked from the crowd.

"Yeah, why is she suddenly causing a scene?" A Hammit supported.

"I suggest that you all calm down and take a step back. She's been made to see everyone as dangerous." Phyllis offered.

"Our enemy got to her. They're trying to render her incapable." Regent explained. "We have to help her come out of whatever enchantment was placed on her mind."

"How do we do that?" A Gypsie inquired.

Reela stood by the door watching the entire scene. She stepped forward.

"A lot of unbelievers tonight are here and present." She spoke. Every eye turned to glance at her. "Cast aside all unbelief and petition now the moon for healing upon her daughter's mind."

The crowd looked perplexed but they slowly heeded Reela's advice and began to call on Selene. For the longest time, nothing happened. Waverly still held her ground although weakly, with her sword ready for defense.

Then the strangest thing happened. The moon slowly began to move.

"Look, look, look!" Phyllis impatiently tapped Regent.

He glanced up and saw the moving celestial. It was normal for the moon to change its position in the sky, a phenomenon called The Watchful Eye of Selene but none had ever witnessed it as it happened. The moon drifted until it was shining directly above Waverly then a rain of dust began to pour from the sky.

"H-oly Gay-l." Merula muttered in awe.

Everyone watched awestruck as moonlight bathed Waverly like a gentle shower. Calaire shrunk down into a wristband and Waverly slumped on her knees. In her mind's eye, she could see the dust raining down around her and whatever it touched melted off and became a familiar scene. This cleansing continued until Waverly was able to make out the whole environment as it truly was.

She blinked and looked around. Chestnut was the first one to run to her. He nudged her in the face and licked her hand.

"Hello." She cooed.

Phyllis walked forward and squatted in front of her. "You gave us quite the scare just now."

Waverly exhaled tiredly and looked at the crowd, feeling very embarrassed. Her eyes landed on Dermot who clutched his bleeding hand. She stood up hastily and ran to him.

"I did that? I'm so sorry." She said bitterly.

Dermot nodded and put an arm around her in a brief hug. "Even when you're not yourself, you're still tough as nails."

Waverly hugged him tight and channeled her healing powers to him. It traveled in a quick wave and escaped Dermot's notice.

"I apologise for causing a scene."

"We are glad you are restored." Rubick sighed.

Reela attended to Dermot's injuries in front of the infirmary as Waverly related her encounter to the crowd. They had all taken a position around her on the ground, listening ever so keenly to her tale.

"Can you tell us where exactly you found him?" Merula asked.

"I don't know for sure." Waverly said.

She noticed that if she stood at a spot for long then suddenly moved, the scenery seemed to phase fleetingly from the reality Oculmus had planted in her mind to the real one. She occasionally blinked hard to focus on the real one.

"I do suspect that it is not very far from Arwen." She continued.

"If the boy is as powerful as you say, then we have no chances winning this war." A Gypsie lamented.

"What can we do against an Elemental godhead?" Someone wailed.

"Where are the damn gods when we need them?" A fire mortal spat. "They will sit back and allow the world end."

"Tis sad, my dear." Reela said. "That even if the gods intervened, it will make no difference. It was prophesied long ago that tis destruction be so as it be now."

"So what now?" A Hammit asked in a deep voice. He was half man from above his torso and half wolf from the waist down but stood on all fours. "I reckon we can't do much other than sit back and be wiped out."

"Speak for yourself." An Elf countered sharply. "My kind will not go down without a fight."

"We will fight but i don't know how long our fight will last." Waverly said.

"How did you escape anyway?" Diarmaid asked after a while.

Waverly turned to him with a reminiscent expression as she suddenly recalled the pair that had come to her rescue and fought Oculmus to enable her escape. Her gaze bore into the distance as she tried to recall what they looked like but she had not gotten to see their faces. All she remembered were white horns and a large bow shaped like a half moon.

"Two Entonian gods came to my rescue."

The crowd perked up at that. Despite knowing fully well the certainty of their demise even though the gods intervened, they still found hope in the idea that there was an intervention after all.

"The gods came?" Phyllis asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I did not see them but i heard one speak. A man. And the other, i caught a glimpse of her bow and white horns were coming out of her hair."

Merula gasped. "Helme. It was Helme."

"The panther goddess?" Waverly asked, her tone laced with uncertainty.

Regent chuckled. "She's the goddess of war, Waverly."

"And the man with her was obviously her twin brother, Hero." Dermot added. "The god of speed and travel. They are rumored to fight together."

"What exactly did they do when they came, Waverly?" Phyllis asked. Her expression of fear was gone and was replaced by a glimmer of hope.

"They fought him - Oculmus."

"Who won?" Diarmaid asked.

Dermot sighed and shook his head then stood up. "This is obviously bigger than all of us if the gods can't do anything about this war. But that doesn't mean we'll give up and let the dark army win."

"No, we won't." Merula added. She stepped forward.

"It might seem hopeless but do not fear, my brothers and sisters in arms. I know that many of you have traveled long distances from your home realms with a duty in mind and that duty is to defend your home and its honor. You all have families, professions, lands and cattle. You have children and wives and husbands, cousins and grandparents. We cannot let Oculmus take all of that away from us."

"We cannot." The crowd chorused. Everyone stood up, positively riled by Merula's sudden propaganda. It was easy to see that charging up a crowd was no novelty to the Elfin.

"If he wants to level our lands, take control of what we've worked so hard to build for thousands of years, then he is going to have to go through us."

"Damn right he does!" Phyllis contributed.

"Prophecy or no prophecy, we are going to rewrite history the way we want it to be because now. . . Now we have an alliance even stronger than that of the dark army."

Merula paced as she spoke. "We have Gypsies."

The Gypsies in the crowd ululated in response.

"We have fire mortals."

The Vestonians simultaneously released waves of white hot flames into the air. A bunch of Gypsies moved back to avoid getting roasted.

"We have Humans."

The Humans shouted hails.

"We have Elves."

The Elves chanted a single line of the same tone Waverly had once heard the Tyros use during battle.

"And we have Hammits."

All kinds of sounds came from the Hammitonians; brays, roars, howls, growls and yelps. The crowd went into an almost harmonious bout of enthusiastic shouts.

Merula walked up to Waverly. Her pitch black hair caught the moonlight and shimmered like a black lake.

"I have heard stories of the risks you took in the days before you arrival in Alpgeton. Your bravery promotes your reputation as the greatest god's blood of this age and drives hope strongly in the rest of us. Yet again, you have proven your immeasurable bravery by coming face to face with the Elemental godhead of Chaos and lived. I am honored to fight by your side."

Waverly smiled and shook Merula's hand. "I am honored to fight beside the best warriors in all seven realms."

"The assault is in two days." Merula announced. "Ready yourselves, because it is going be a battle the whole world will never forget."

Regent walked up to Phyllis and whispered quite audibly. "You have to see the new gadgets i made."

"Can i get one?" Waverly asked.

Regent shrugged. "Yeah sure."

Waverly went up to where Dermot stood with Reela by his side. "Thank you, my lady, Reela."

The Nurse bowed her head gracefully but it did nothing to make her any shorter. "Ye must guard with vigilance and care ye mind's eye, child. Tis the easiest way for a soul to be breached."

Waverly nodded, thinking back on her mother's advice. "I will try my best."

Reela nodded. "Good enough. I take now my leave. Farewell and a gracious evening."

With that, Reela left. Waverly frowned, wondering if the Nurse would walk all the way to the Almshouse as she was much too big to ride a horse or in a carriage.

"How will she. . .?" Waverly began.

"The Chryselephants." Dermot replied knowingly. "It is their personal ride."

Waverly walked forward and touched his bandages. He gently placed his hand ontop hers.

"Did you speak to him?" He asked quietly.

Waverly nodded as her face contorted into a sad one. She watched the crowd linger on their doorsteps, chatting to one another as the previous events and Merula's speech had somewhat taken the sleep out of their eyes.

"He is gone. Oculmus is in complete control of him." She muttered. Dermot took her hand and squeezed it gently, understanding filled his eyes.

"Do you think that. . . " She continued, rather hesitantly. "He will let him go someday?"

Dermot sighed. "I don't know but in case we're here to see that day, we'll make sure we find a way to get him back."

Waverly looked both unsure and slightly hopeful. "Do you think we can do that?"

Dermot nodded assuringly. "We live in a world where basically anything is possible so yes, we definitely can."

Waverly was unable to sleep that night as she still experienced ugly flashes of the dreadful things Oculmus had planted in her mind. Chestnut kept her company but he was so quiet that she felt he was not there at all. His fur was oddly clean despite having being stained with her blood.

In the morning, she stepped out of her room and found her Vestonian neighbor sitting on his doorstep, sharpening his sword. The soldier lifted his gaze and gave her a subtle nod in salute.

Waverly was quite lost on what to do so she gave a small wave in return. Just then, Cassiope tumbled out of nowhere as usual.

"Morning."

"Ah!" Waverly yelped and turned quickly to find the flower spirit beaming at her. "You find pleasure in startling me, don't you, Cassiope?"

"I do?" Cassiope asked, perplexed then smiled widely. "I do. I brought news, i did."

Waverly jumped down from the wooden pavement and strolled to the back of her room. "What news?"

Cassiope bumped her index fingers against each other. "It is about the big fight, it is for sure. You remember the day when you and me went into the palace to see my mistress, Juniper."

Waverly turned briefly as she grabbed onto a hanging branch. "Yeah, i remember."

Cassiope clacked her teeth and peeked around even though no one was about. "My mistress's orders have been disobeyed, they have. It is terrible. Disobeying mistress is a big bad luck, big bad luck."

Waverly halted and turned to Cassiope with a wary expression. They stood under the leaves of a magnolia tree and she realized for the first time ever that the flower in Cassiope's hair was the same one that grew from the tree.

"Juniper's orders have been disobeyed? By whom?"

Cassiope bit her thumb anxiously. "Loni told me, yes, Loni did. They will not stay and fight. They are leaving."

"Who are they ?"

"Kings of Gypsie people, they will leave this morning. Loni says she saw their big flying boats in the water getting ready to go. They will not stay and fight."

Waverly felt her chest inflate with panic and anger. "W-What? No. But, Juniper said they had to fight here. Why would they leave? Those frontless ninnies."

"I think that it is because they are very afraid." Cassiope offered and subsequently recoiled. "I am afraid."

Waverly sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I am afraid too but i promise i'll do as much as i can to keep you safe."

Cassiope wiped under her eyes. "Oh, that is very nice to hear."

She pulled away and sniffled, her cheeks glossy with tears. "Blauren and Loni says they will like to meet you. Will you come and see them someday?"

Waverly nodded. "Of course, i will. I haven't really met your sisters and cousins."

Cassiope's sad look vanished. "Oh, you must. There is plenty of them, there is. You will simply forget all of their names if i told you it but they will not mind. They will be happy to see you, they will gossip about it until forever."

Waverly laughed. "Why?"

"Because you are a hero. They will say they met a hero in their lifetime and they will say it until their seedlings know it and their seedlings will say it until their own seedlings know it too. It will go on forever."

"Did you tell them you met Juniper?"

Cassiope recoiled again. Her eyes looked like they would fall out of their sockets. "Yes."

Waverly lifted an eyebrow. "Then why do you look so sad?"

Cassiope nervously began to make lines on the ground with her big toe and refused to meet Waverly's gaze. "They say i told a lie. They did not believe me."

An entire flock of pigeons suddenly flew overhead and landed at Cassiope's feet but she ignored them. Waverly tried to recognize Goody amongst them but found that she could not. The birds all looked similar.

"But you didn't lie. You were there with me."

"I know i was but my sisters refuse to know it. They said i'm too small to have seen mistress Juniper and only seedlings and descendants of Lica can see mistress Juniper."

Waverly frowned indignantly. "That is very dull of them. Whoever made it a rule that only one nature spirit must see Juniper? I bet they are only jealous of you."

Cassiope perked up. A pigeon flew onto her shoulder. "They are?"

"Of course. You are the first nature spirit to have seen Juniper in a thousand years and they cannot handle the fact. You know what, when i come to visit i'll tell them she even spoke to you."

Cassiope bopped up and down in excitement as if she had just seen Juniper a second time.

"She did. I almost withered."

Waverly chuckled and finally gave in to curiosity. She pointed to the pigeon on Cassiope's shoulder. "Is that one Goody?"

Cassiope glanced sideways at the bird and shook her head. "No. This is Dilly."

Waverly nodded and pointed to another pigeon. "Is it that one?"

"No, that is Lolly."

She gave an amused frown then pointed at another bird. "That one then?"

"No, that is Willy."

"This one?"

"Billy."

"How about that one?"

"Woody."

Waverly groaned. "Which one is Goody?"

Cassiope laughed. "Goody is not here, can you not see?"

Waverly laughed too."I can't, they all look the same. How do you know which one is which?"

"Because they sound different. Birds do not talk the same."

Waverly looked perplexed. "They don't sound different. They're all making the same noises right now."

"But they are saying different things."

"Like what?"

"Well, Dilly here is telling me that he did not catch any worms at all by the green lake today." Cassiope stroked the pigeon gently.

"Poor Dilly."

"And what about the others?"

"Woody says he wants to take a nap, Lolly is saying she is afraid of going back to her nest because she saw an eagle, Willy also wants to take a nap and Billy says he was watching. . . "

"Wait, did you say Lolly saw an eagle?"

Cassiope glanced at Lolly then back at Waverly. "Yes, she says it was a big eagle and that it was flying to the Woodlands."

"The Woodlands? W-Was it carrying anything?"

Cassiope consulted Lolly again and her face contorted like she had been punched. "Lolly says you mock her because everybody knows that she cannot see that far."

Waverly smiled sheepishly. "Uh, apologies Lolly. I have to tell Merula. Eagles are bad news."

"Oh, Billy." Cassiope giggled and turned pink in the cheeks.

"What was that?" Waverly asked.

"Billy is telling me that," Cassiope lowered her voice. "he was watching the princess."

Waverly blinked. "What? What for?"

"He says the princess and her new husband are still on their honeymoon."

"How does a bird know what a honeymoon is? And why was he watching them? That was private."

Cassiope giggled. "Billy says that it was not because they were out on the balcony."

Waverly gaped at the bird. It hopped a few steps and cocked its head at her then cooed. Cassiope bursted into fits of laughter.

"What's funny?" Waverly asked.

"Billy says you should see your face."

Waverly growled and stomped off to look for Merula but her mind would often zap back to Brijjet and Aurora. Usually, a honeymoon would last for as long as the couple wanted but Brijjet's had lasted a month already which was why he had been absent for such a long time. She was certain he would not be allowed to take part in the assault as he was a newly wed and married to the princess.

She gave her report to Merula who sent word immediately to every camp and those in the Woodlands. Everyone prepared to the gunnels because they would march out in a couple of hours. Battle strategies were revised over and over and new weapons were crafted.

Their last meeting was the largest one yet held in the coliseum on the training ground. Waverly felt heavily nostalgic being back there as she had spent the first half of her time in Alpgeton with the Tyros. An enormous map was engraved onto the marble floors and with the help of elf magic, the images moved about. Leaders of every unit in the army took several sitting positions on the stands while the Generals sat around a rectangular table, talking and strategizing.

Waverly stood with Diarmaid next to a part of the floor map covered in images of elaborate vegetations. At the edge of a splendid looking forest was a river, a number of unusually massive boulders and just beyond that, an everglade. Waverly gazed down at the colorful images. Every location seemed to have been created for a wild game of hide and seek.

"I hope in earnest that every of ye understands tis new strategy?" A General, Priam, asked.

Waverly half nodded. Since the Lords of Ezkaliepton had left and taken almost all of their warriors with them, a lot of the original plan of attack was modified as the number of fighters reduced drastically. It was inconvenient but the Elves wasted no time in making readjustments to each regiment.

Waverly's unit consisted of thirty eight combatants and twenty archers. She nudged Diarmaid and pointed to the forest and whispered.

"What if a unit meets the dark army here and another unit joins on this side so it's a combined offense? A sort of ambush. That way we'll be taking care of two enemy camps at once. Our cannons can come from behind and take out theirs. They won't be expecting that."

Diarmaid crossed his arms, stared intently at the map then whispered back. "That would be a great plan if we could find a way to get past both enemy camps beforehand and hold our positions until the ambush. They have ogres and ogres would sniff us out in no time."

"Which is why two smaller units should go first, cause a diversion and let the others through." Waverly pointed at another location. "Look here, those boulders, they're enormous."

"So?"

"So, they could serve as great camouflage hideouts. A unit could camp there without anyone knowing."

"The everglade is right behind. Anyone who comes this way would spot them immediately."

"Trenches."

"What about those?" Diarmaid frowned.

"We build trenches."

"You're suggesting both an ambush and a besiegement?" Phyllis asked from behind.

Waverly turned, startled to discover that her friend had been listening. "Yes. I mean, who doesn't love surprises?"

"And a few tricks." Diarmaid added with a mischievous smirk.

"Your plan sounds great but the attack is tomorrow." Phyllis whispered.

"It is great a plan indeed." Came Priam's voice.

The whispering trio looked up and found that everyone was quietly staring at them. Waverly almost melted. She had absolutely forgotten that the room was half dominated by Elves with incredible hearing.

Priam walked forward. He was a Snow Elf - the oldest in the room - over eight hundred and ninety nine but his age only showed in his keen eyes. Waverly had come to know him as one of the best warriors in the King's army. He was very self-involved and so he rarely spoke during meetings but he was intelligent and friendly and always saw the best in everyone. His wife, Dahlia, worked as a seamstress for the royal household.

Waverly had a great respect for Priam because he reminded her of Havilah in a lot of ways.

"Can ye voice it once more a time?" He asked beckoning on Waverly to step forward.

She soon found herself dealing out fresh new plans and answering every question that was thrown at her.

The rest of the King's Generals quietly discussed the new strategies and came to a conclusion. Another General, a bulky man named Diador spoke at last. He was the most intimidating Elf Waverly had seen and his name in Alpgetonian literally translated to "combat".

"It seems that we now have more than one way to kill those rats." He said.

Phyllis nudged Waverly with a look of excitement and pride as her suggestions were merged with the previous plans.