Kriston outstretched his hand toward his falling comrades and said, "Alive!" The statues vibrated and came to life mid air. They caught Forge and Professer Jason. They magic seemed to work on the humans too, because they stirred. Now....Kriston knew there was only one person who could stop Kyrie. He looked at the wreckage. King Atoaquinn, the Dark Champion, and the Dark Wizard were nowhere to be seen. Neither was Mykenzie. Kriston flew into the Kingtillium University and stood before his brother. He stomped his foot to the floor and a glowing blue platinum lance flew to his hand.

"Brother," he said pacing around his twin as Kyrie did the same. "What have you done onto yourself, onto us. A risky thing you have done. You now stand of the verge of not one, not two, but three worlds. Artahiém, Archamium, and Kingtillium. You will destroy us all!" Kyrie rolled his eyes. "I don't have time to hear your words of folley, and you were never my brother, Kriston." King Atoaquinn ran up next to Kyrie. The Dark Wizard died in the destruction of Darkmount. And sadly, Sir Anthony was killed in the mass destruction of the Archamium Academy."

"With the leader of the Dark Forces dead, my king, you and I could rule over the demons. The Dark Champion was killed in the battle raging beneath us. I'm sorry for your son, but now we can seize the demon army and make it our own. You shall join me in a conquest to take over the Earth Realm and make them my faithful slaves..." Trithan Atoaquinn furrowed his brow. "Your army? Your slaves? I am the King of Artahiém. I call the shots, kid. Unless you want to have the Annihilaters take you to the burial grounds, today."

Kyrie laughed. "Fool! You can't match my power! I am a child of the Sun, Atoaquinn! You never stood a chance!" Then, Kriston's father, Sir Aaron Wrathe was at Kyrie's side. "Kyrie Wrathe! Stop this mutiny NOW! I already wasted my time on this Kriston mistake! I won't have you be rebellious and creative!" Kyrie stopped laughing. He glared at the King and his father. "Bow to me....both of you." Kriston's jaw dropped like his lance. "Oh no. You did not just command my dad to bow to your wicked ways. You don't deserve any one bowing to you!"

Kriston glared at Kyrie. "Not even the trash and works of the soil." Kyrie ignored him.
"Are you deaf?! How to me you mindless fools!" The King stood firmly. "No, you dirty arrogant little boy." In a flash, Kyrie threw to gleaming knives. One pierced the King's foot and the other pierced his father's. They winced in pain. They couldn't walk. Then, Kyrie kicked them through the hole in the wall, causing the King and his father to fall toward their deaths. Kriston, shocked, jumped after them. He caught his dad and King Atoaquinn pleaded to him, yelling wildly loud.

He sighed. He held his hand out toward the King and he stopped floating mid air. The King laughed. "Fool! I do not wish to join you. MYKENZIE! NOW!" His "girlfriend" stood holding a bowl and arrow standing next to Kyrie. The arrow sailed through the air and hit Kriston in the back of his left shoulder. "AHHH!" He screeched in pain. He Houston concentrate hard enough from the pain and released the spell. King Atoaquinn fell and crashed into the ground, dead. He was holding on to his father's robe. He gently lowered him and ripped the arrow out.

He looked at his so called ex girlfriend and his twin brother. He shook his head and flew up to them. "I will never forgive you for this. And Kyrie....I will take you right now." Kriston wasn't heartless and wouldn't kill his twin brother. But that didn't mean he couldn't hurt him. Kriston reared back and punched him square in the jaw and made him stumble backwards and crash into the desk behind him. "Remember me from that. And Mykenzie, you just made one heck of a powerful enemy. I am Kriston Knighticus Wrathe." He jumped and flew away.