Helena was in the castle's main hall, hiding in the shadows. Without a sword, this wasn't a fight; it was just an escape. All she wanted was to punch that opponent's face, but she couldn't get close. She had a cut on her head, bleeding heavily; she was dirty, sweating, with bruises and injuries on her arms, not to mention the cut on her stomach. That's when two soldiers burst in and attacked her. Still injured, she began fighting both of them at the same time. She managed to kick and punch them, but it was metal, and she only ended up hurting herself. But who cared? If she kept punching, eventually, something would break. She needed adrenaline to forget her problems, so attack, Helena, with everything you've got. It's their fault for all this mess, those idiot generals who get in your way. No need to think about what you did or didn't do—focus on taking out these fools. A third soldier entered, attacking her by surprise, kicking her and slamming her against the wall.

"The more effort you make..." Ygritte said, entering the hall calmly, "...the more effort I will make."

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING FROM A WITCH LIKE YOU!"

Helena ran towards Ygritte, who just sighed, disappointed. The three soldiers blocked her path and attacked simultaneously with their swords. Helena tried to dodge all three, but evading even one soldier was a challenge, so there was no chance against triple the force. She dodged and tried to flee but was quickly surrounded. The middle soldier struck her face with his shield while the other two spun and kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying to the other side of the hall again.

"Is that all you've got, Ygritte?" Helena taunted as she got back on her feet. "Hit harder. It felt like someone hit me with a pillow."

"I wish we could go back to when we were kids," Ygritte commented with a delicate smile. "At that age, we were so much happier... then again, it's the stupid thoughts and actions of that age that make us suffer as adults..."

"What are you talking about? Speak like a human being. What we did as kids stays when we're..." She couldn't finish her sentence, as it would be hypocritical. She was haunted by something that happened in her childhood, something she couldn't quite remember. "AAAAAAAAAAAA, I'M SICK OF THIS!"

Ygritte clapped, and the three soldiers advanced again. Though agitated, Helena wasn't completely clumsy. It was her impulsiveness and rage that sometimes distracted her, but she knew that if she didn't fight calmly, especially since she was at a disadvantage, she would lose. She began dodging the attacks of the three while thinking to herself.

"I just need a bit of that power. I have to control it. Come on! What was I feeling? What do I need?" Suddenly, her memories took over, all the memories she needed fresh in her mind, along with her emotions... she perfectly remembered all the anger she felt back then, anger at herself and anger at Gaya. Now, she was also irritated. She just needed to redirect all that feeling toward her opponent.

Focus, unleash your power. Then her eyes turned scarlet, her entire hair turned red, and a red energy danced around her. Without Helena noticing, the scarlet energy began healing and treating her wounds, saturating and closing them. With a quick motion, Helena unleashed a powerful destructive energy from her hand, similar to what had happened with Gaya, but now more like a shot than a slash. The destructive energy ended up destroying all three at once. It hit and reduced all the armor to dust.

"This is interesting..." said Ygritte as she created five soldiers. They all advanced on Helena, but again, with a single movement, she destroyed them all at once. Just a touch of that power, and everything corroded. "Let's see more." Ygritte created fifteen more soldiers. With one move, Helena destroyed ten. The remaining five managed to approach and attack. Helena dodged one of them and lightly touched his blade. The red surrounding her transferred to the enemy's blade and, soon after, to the soldier's armor, causing it to self-destruct, and the same happened to the other four soldiers. "What a pity! My soldiers won't work on you anymore. Just one touch of that little power of yours, and *Puff* they're gone. I could try summoning thirty, but I don't like wasting time. I learn from my mistakes, you know?" Ygritte began to fly as she did before, leaving the same plane as her opponent and joining the air. The general put her left arm behind her back and raised only the index finger of her right hand... "To the side."

When Ygritte moved her finger, Helena felt a huge pressure on her body and was thrown in the direction the finger pointed. She ended up pinned against one of the hall's walls, and the opposite wall crumbled... and all the blocks and stones fell on Helena. The young woman tried to move, but the pressure was too great. To escape, she touched her fingers to the wall she was pinned against, transferring the energy to the concrete, destroying it. When the wall was destroyed, Helena quickly threw herself back, causing her to fall to the ground as the stones pass over her. But when the last stone was about to pass, Ygritte moved her finger down, causing the stone to fall on Helena's right arm. Her arm would have broken if the rubble had been a bit larger. Helena managed to remove the object from on top of her and quickly threw the red energy at Ygritte.

"It won't be that easy." The general made a circle with her finger, and both the energy and Helena began to spin in circles, endlessly. Ygritte took her left hand out from behind her back and snapped her fingers. "Have you ever seen the center of gravity?" A black sphere appeared between Helena and the energy. Both were pulled towards the sphere; the gravitational center disappeared, and the energy hit Helena. The attack was absorbed by the girl; obviously, that energy wouldn't hurt her. Helena stood up and ran toward her enemy, who, with a finger movement, sent the opponent flying back.

"Is that all? You made such a show... I thought you'd at least make me sweat." With another finger movement, Ygritte threw Helena onto the ceiling, then onto the other wall, repeating this over and over, from one side to the other. "Is this where you use your super friendship power and destroy my entire being? But wait! I also have friends." Ygritte summoned 5 of her soldiers, this time without swords or shields, and sent them after Helena. She tried to run but was too slow. The first soldier kicked her, the second punched her, the third kneed her in the stomach, and she began to be beaten.

Normally, Helena was good in a fight, but those soldiers were better; there was a huge discrepancy between their skills. With another finger movement, Ygritte sent the warrior to the wall while the 5 soldiers continued to hit her. Helena felt herself losing strength, becoming too weak to fight... everything started to go dark, and the more blows she received, the stronger the pressure became.

"Come on now..." said Ygritte. "Is this not all your power? You didn't seem like you would only have this much. From what I've heard, you managed to hold your own against Gaya. Believe me, that woman is strong. So tell me, if you can face that monster, why are you losing to me?" She heard the general speak, but at that moment, she wasn't paying much attention. She had a terrible headache and a concussion, making it hard to think clearly. More anger, more frustration grew in that woman's heart. While Ygritte thought she was winning, all the injuries she caused in Helena were quickly healing. "Y-You're already recovering?"

"I already told you to shut your mouth. I'm not here for your rambling..." Then, energy began to emanate from Helena's hands. Like a mist, it moved and broke the walls. Then it went after the soldiers, corroding them.

A red armor began to appear around Helena's body. Her wounds started to heal, and her blood fused with the armor. Ygritte increased the gravitational pressure on her opponent's body, but this time, the young woman didn't move or budge. Her armor produced its own gravity, counteracting Ygritte's. The general snapped her fingers several times, and seven black spheres appeared around Helena. The seven spheres started pulling the girl in different directions, absorbing her energy, which was wandering through the hall. This time, the goal was for the gravitational center to completely engulf and demolish her. But it didn't happen that way; Helena's destructive energy managed to destroy and cancel the spheres themselves.

"DON'T THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE AGAINST ME, GIRL. I AM YGRITTE! THE WARRIOR!" Gravity began to get quite chaotic and unbalanced. "I WASN'T GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE TO STOP CHILDREN FROM BEING CHILDREN AND GIVE THEM THE MATURITY OF ADULTS JUST TO LOSE TO A TROGLODYTE WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TALK!" Then, all the gravity focused on Helena, and everything in the room: the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the objects, except Ygritte, all advanced toward Helena.

But just as everything advanced against Helena, the energy emanating from her body advanced against everything as well. This time, like water, the immense power disintegrated every particle that came toward the young woman, and all that power gathered within her. She moved her hand and unleashed an energy so powerful at Ygritte that the sky itself swallowed it and turned red... a massive tower of red energy was created just from the amplification of the attack, rising to the highest reaches of the heavens.

So strong and potent that the castle crumbled.

Helena was breathing heavily as Ygritte's body fell to the ground, much of her armor damaged, and the general showed burns and marks across her body.

"Now... can you... stay quiet?" A long silence followed, and a tired Helena let herself fall to her knees, claiming victory as her magical armor began to disappear, until her opponent stood up again, with great effort.

"Not yet... I won't fall like this. I... still have something... to use." With these words, the fallen general looked directly at Helena. "I can invert people's sense of good and evil." Apparently, nothing happened, but inside Helena's mind, Ygritte's power began to work, intertwining the opposite concepts the girl held, swapping friend for enemy and enemy for friend.

Helena stood up and walked over to Ygritte and... punched her. Knocking the general back down to the ground. The woman was perplexed by the half-redhead's action.

"I already told you to shut up."

"But... how? I swapped your concept of..."

"You idiot, I hit my friends just as much as I hit my enemies. And, besides, I don't have that division, not anymore."

"Not... anymore?"

"I used to, but now... a friend betrayed me, an enemy spared me, and I see that even I must have done something terrible. I know I'm not a bad person, but that didn't stop me. I wanted to hate Clark, but now, I just see him for what he is. The same goes for Gaya, and for you too. A friend can hurt you, but that doesn't mean they're a complete enemy, and an enemy can help you, but that doesn't mean they're a friend. Each of you is a pain in the neck, but so am I to everyone else, so who cares? The truth is, you're all as human as we are. Neither good nor evil, just... human."

Who would have thought that someone so rough could be so sweet? That the words of a brute could make a warrior cry. No... she was called that, but that's not what she is. They could make a child cry.

Ygritte lost her composure; Helena was just like her cousins... she didn't divide, she just saw. She was mature... no... she matured, through pain, she learned. She had to have her childish expectations shattered to change her world.

"Don't you... don't you think that's terrible? You had to be betrayed to learn this kind of thing... isn't that awful?"

"Back to that again? Listen here, lady, that's how life is, either you learn or you learn. For better or for worse, that's what I understood. But honestly, that's what makes life interesting to me, you know? We don't stay the same. Now tell me, do you still intend to fight?"

"..."- She didn't want to, she couldn't, and even if those two probabilities were real, she wouldn't win. Not against Helena. "I give up... I don't have much time left anyway, your power is slowly corroding me... but I believe that my death... will help you."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see..." Ygritte closed her eyes, tired, lost, and weak. She didn't learn from the things that came her way, she just complained about them... she shouldn't have taken that path. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she sighed one last time. Her body transmuted into a purple energy, for all existing time and space, restoring her youth, and for those who already had it, virtue prepared something special.

When the purple light passed through Helena's heart, she had a special vision; in front of her was a child, not just any child... a younger Helena.

"What? But... how?" The child didn't respond, she just stood quietly observing the woman for a few seconds before asking.

"What do you want to ask me? You only have one question, so think carefully." The woman stood still, trying to comprehend the situation, but soon her question came, without hesitation.

"Was it you who attacked our parents?"

"No, I would never hurt Mom and Dad. I love them, but... it was our anger that hurt them."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Only one question. I told you." The child quickly vanished, and Helena was back, more exhausted and confused than before.

John's question to his younger self was, "Why do we have difficulty feeling things?"

"Because... our father wanted it that way. How can you expect to feel something if you're not allowed to?"

Pedro asked, "Do you think I've matured in any way?"

"How would I know? I'm just a child. But honestly, no..."

For Lysa, what appeared was an older version of herself, ten years older. "Did I... manage to be useful to others?"

"You are the most useful, unfortunately, they are too irresponsible to solve things on their own. You have to help them more."

Clark asked, "What do you think about what I do?"

"I don't know... I wanted the true love of our parents... but it seems that's difficult; people can't really love us."

James didn't ask a question, he actually said, "You're still going to suffer a lot, man... but don't worry, you'll find salvation, don't stray from it."

"I... I'm afraid, of what's going to happen..."

Emily asked, "Am I going to be as cool as the other me?"

To which her older self only sighed, patted her head, and said, "It won't be easy."

Stuart said, "I... I don't remember... was there any reason to live? At your age?"

"To live? Forgive me, but... I don't know what that is..."

For Lalá, however, it was different. When the purple light entered her heart, she was transported to an entirely white hall. Although it wasn't really a hall, it was more like a white space; Lalá found herself in the middle of the white, but she wasn't alone. In front of her were two girls similar to her. They weren't younger, they were just her, one brushing the other's hair. Both had brown eyes, both eyes. Which contradicted the current heterochromia of the girl.

Lalá knew exactly where she was; there was only one place in her past that matched that description.

"One question. Just one." The twins said in unison, but Lalá just gritted her teeth in fury.

"I don't want to ask anything, Steve. Get me out of here, I don't want to be in this place."

"Lalá, you won't leave until you ask." She wanted to keep resisting, but she knew him, the longer she took to leave, the more he would mess with her.

"Okay then. What do you... what do you think of where things have ended up?" Once again, the two looked at her and, together, said.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this. That careless woman destroyed us, and now the whole world is paying the price for what she did. You maintain the last traces of sanity I once had. You need to control her."

"B-But she... she's my sister."

"No, she's not, and you know it. After all..." Slowly, the image of the twins began to merge and mix, until there was only one copy of Lalá left. "...You are one, Lailyá."

And in a flash, she was back in the hall where the virtues were, the purple sphere already on a table.

"No..." Someone said at the entrance of the room. Lalá was startled by the arrival of another person and turned around. Fernanda was there, crying. "So many have already fallen... Leo... Rhoj... Elaine... Angela... Kesna... Mordame... Nightmare... Ygritte... No, no. How could they...?"

"Apparently, these humans are not just simple humans," commented the little child while secretly wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

"So, that's it, we're doomed... we're all going to die here... I just wanted to have a little fun with my friends... I just wanted to relax... I just wanted to stop suffering... Why is it so hard?"

"I wouldn't be so sure, you're forgetting something quite crucial..."

Helena

"Did my anger kill our parents? What does that mean?" But no matter how long she thought about it, she couldn't understand what it meant.

"HELENA, ARE YOU OOOOOOOOKAY?" Pedro's shout as he jumped to hug, triggering the woman's instincts; she kicked him away on impulse before realizing who he was.

"Oh, Pedro, you're alive." She said with relief.

"And you're almost dead." Clark said from behind, walking through the rubble of the place. "Seems like you had quite the opponent; you look exhausted."

"Oh, Clark, you're alive..." She said with disappointment.

"Still mad about before?"

"SHUT UP! Listen, once we get to a safe place, I'm going to sleep, punch you, and then have a talk with you."

"PEDRO, ARE YOU OKAY?" A fourth voice emerged, a child's voice. Emily was kneeling beside the man who had fallen dazed on the ground from Helena's kick. "WAS IT A GENERAL THAT DID THIS? MY GOD, IT MUST HAVE BEEN REALLY STRONG!"

"Emily!" As soon as Helena saw the child, she couldn't help but run to hug her. "Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?"

"Oh, I punched a unicorn girl; it was quite a fight."

"You... defeated one of them? But then how are you all okay?"

"It's because of that red light..." Clark began to explain. "It must have healed us somehow."

"Ah, that's right. I remember something like that; it was a bit lighter than the energy I produce, even though both are red. But anyway, if you're here, that means you defeated that wolf, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"And you, Clark?"

"Do you still doubt it? It was pretty easy, to be honest." In response, Helena kicked his knee. The redhead glared at her furiously while the half-redhead returned the stare.

"Stop being such a pain."

"Hey, hey, no fighting, p-please..." Pedro was panicking, trying to calm the situation. They were so focused on their own interactions that they lowered their guard.

In one moment, the quartet was fine, and in the next, they were terrified. It just happened, as if a stone of disturbance had been thrown into the sea that existed in their hearts. They began to lose their breath, turning pale. Fear began to consume them all, like insects eating flesh.

The four started sweating and had a horrible premonition about what was coming, looking around for what tormented them. But they were fools; what torments man often comes from man, and then a being emerged from the rubble.

The group had caught its attention; being curious as it was, it couldn't resist saying hello.

"Kihihihihihi... So even the poor young lady was defeated by you... But even you feel the purest of fears now..." echoed the terrible voice from the stitched mouth of the monster approaching. "Fear controls, fear dominates..." Whispered the grotesque creature with its frightening mouth, sending chills with every movement it made. "Fear is everything, and I am fear. I am Ordep, quite curious... tell me... what is your greatest fear?"

John

Slowly, Stuart regained consciousness, the other three watching him with some concern. They were in an oriental palace, amidst the most eloquent hall they had ever seen, an empty throne was in the corner.

"He's waking up." Lysa commented with a smile. "My power worked."

"Apparently, it was very fortunate you were here." James said, measuring the man's temperature. "His throat seems to have been a bit damaged by coughing, but other than that, he's fine."

"....." Stuart and John remained silent, both still processing what happened in their visions.

"HEY, HE'S ALIVE!" Carlos shouted, trying to hug Cyntia. The woman dodged the attempt, causing him to hug the air. Lindsay just smiled, grateful everything had worked out.

"Looks like the others were weaker than I imagined." Echoed, or rather decreed. The whole group looked for the source of the comment and spotted a figure seated on the throne that had previously been empty.

The group looked petrified at the appearance of the enemy, but the one suffering the most was Lysa. She felt like she was in an old film, the colors fading. The man on the throne raised his hand, and everyone fell to their knees. Was it a power? No, their bodies simply yielded to recognize the authority of the one in front of them. For it is decreed among the stars, in the presence of an emperor, you kneel.

"W-Who... are you?" John asked after gathering his strength. His enemy simply raised his nose, avoiding eye contact and said.

"I ask you, who are you to look at me like that? Know your place, peasant, and show respect to those who rule."

Lalá

"Even among generals, there are still true abominations."