"You're actually wounded." I walk over.

"Where's the Princess?" Varian asks.

"I do not know." Althael says.

"Great." I roll my eyes.

I look at his shoulder. There was blood. Blood like mine. Red. I look at him in surprised. All this time I had no idea he could bleed. I always thought he was immortal and the most powerful being on the planet, but now... he looks like a mortal.

"You're hurt." Althael points at my wound.

"It's just a scratch, and you?" I ask.

"Just a simple flesh wound." Althael says.

"I'm sorry." I look down. 

"No need to be my son." Althael says.

He lifts my head up. I'm... sorry for everything. This whole thing is chaotic to say the least. I have forgiven you. I think I'm ready to forgive you and more. He wraps his hand around me. I press my face against his cloth.

"Thanks... dad." I say.

"Hate to break up a moment but look outside." Varian points.

We turn. My eyes widen. I see it. I see him. He's a giant and was burning everything in sight. He rose up from the size of trees. He's larger than mountains. Me and Dad look at each other. I feel the sword.

"You ready to end this?" I raise the sword.

"Yes, my son." He takes it.

"Let's go kick that fire's a-" Varian roars.